We are all in a continuous search of a teacher, a someone
who would take our hands and guide us in a channel, which is right for who we
really are. Some deny the search, some got lucky, some never comprehend they
needed one. I was on the look out to, hoping to find that person who I could
trust and learn from.
We create idols, role models. We desire to be like them
and it was on this search that I realized I didn’t have to be like any other person
but just be me. A new identity, an example of uniqueness. A Teacher is that who
makes you see yourself, makes you grasp your individuality.
At the age of 16 I
learnt about Teachers (having reading plentiful books by Paulo Coelho) and soon
I began my quest to find one. I tried recklessly, trying very hard to find the
“light” in every human I met irrespective of the age. Even before I had
realized it, I had found my teacher after all. Not from any two legged creature
or anything alive for the matter but in that being we deem as a goddess - Nature herself.
She has
become my teacher, the one I wanted all the time, teaching me all the way the
rights and wrongs of everything I do or think in miraculous way only possible
by Her. That is the magnitude of Her magnificence, Her marvel. She helped me
transform the world into a scared book which became my bible, my Gita, my holy
book. With every going day She always has something to show to me, starting
from the simplest creatures She herself hand created. Each day has become a day
of learning, and with it I appreciate deeper and deeper - Her immense splendor
and glory.
Teachers can be
found easily once we accept our call for one. No words can honestly express how
truly gratified I am for having found my Teacher so soon. The quest ends but
the learning never will. Time will keep scurrying, along with it, I shall
persist discovering until the end of time, honoring her with words such as
these for that is all I have.
