Forget me for a while…

Forget me for a while…

At 11 a.m., following my family doctor’s advice, I went to the nearby laboratory for my routine three‑month blood test.  

Several people had arrived before me and were waiting.

“Oh! No seat for me?” I thought. 

“Fine, get your number and prepare to stand for a long time,” I told myself.

To my surprise, a white gentleman who had been sitting got up, muttering to himself in boredom, and left.  

Ah! The universe had just offered me a seat.

I sat down with quiet joy.  

Perhaps this is what spirituality means when it teaches us to see and celebrate every small moment positively.

Settling in, I looked around at those seated near me.  

They say “from cradle to grave” and here it was before my eyes.  

The people waiting ranged roughly from twenty to eighty‑five years old.  

Their faces reflected peace, confusion, boredom, irritation, longing a whole spectrum of emotions.  

Some were talking to their neighbours, lamenting endlessly about how the country’s health service had become.  

Each one had been sent here by their doctor for some reason.  

Don’t jump on me they hadn’t come for a holiday!  

Just saying…  

Some carried minor ailments, some incurable diseases, and some were in‑between.  

A few didn’t even know their illness couldn’t be cured.  

Others were restless until they would learn their test results.

Behind every birth lies a soul‑plan only a few truly know it.  

Yet some, unknowingly, fulfil their soul’s purpose all the same.

We are all flowers blooming in the great garden of Earth different species, languages, religions, colours 

but in the end, all are rays of the same soul‑light.

Within the boundaries of what we call “life,”  our challenge is to discover the path that fulfils our soul’s purpose.  

To sustain ourselves, we must work that’s unavoidable, that’s reality.  

But that work need not be our soul’s mission.  

When the moment comes, the way to fulfil that inner calling will appear before us.  

Grasping it without hesitation is the gift of free will.

I am living proof of this.  

Though I studied engineering and worked in that field for livelihood, writing is my soul’s purpose.  

Once I took one positive step toward it, the universe showed me ten more  through many people, in many ways.  

It took me sixty years to understand this.

Like a child solving a jigsaw puzzle, fitting each small piece into its right place,  

we too must fit the fragments of our experiences together to reveal the grand design our soul’s plan.

And how do we fit them correctly, you ask?  

Meditation.  

Yes, that alone is the key to unlocking the puzzle.

There’s a misconception that meditation is only for monks, yogis, or saints.  

In truth, anyone living a joyful, righteous household life can devote even half an hour a day to meditation that’s enough.  

It’s a simple practice within everyone’s reach.  

It is the path that leads our life toward our soul’s purpose.

“Number 75!” — my turn for the blood test had arrived.

Here I go ......

Until we meet again,  

With love,  

Sakthi Sakthithasan