For many years, I was living in a haunted, magical and depressing land. People suddenly would look crooked, places would perennially appear dark , bright sunny days seemed moody and dull all the time. Sometimes, little hills got transformed and posed as big mountains. Fresh streams appeared polluted. Nothing seemed new. Every thing was old, dusty and boring.
Yet, I kept traveling. I was driven by my desire to find that one land where things would seem eternally beautiful, or at least appear alright and normal. "Something ought to be there that is perfect for me." The travel was exhausting, yet was a reason to wake up everyday. I tried harder and harder.
Of course little things along the way and through the journey were comforting - food, movies, friends, jokes.
I did wish I would escape this magical but horrible land soon. It was sheer karma that I had to be born here.Poor me! - surrounded by 'bad' people, 'bad' things and 'bad' places. Poor me! - subjected to unfair miseries by selfish people. Something was wrong with all of them. I would know. I am right, after all.
On one tiresome day, after traveling long and hard, I leaned to rest from exhaustion. I took my glasses off and closed my eyes. Opening them again after some time, I was taken in for a big surprise. I was literally taken aback! Where was I? Was it a dream? Why, everything was so lush and green around me! Fresh water, clear skies, beautiful weather. What more, the people looked pleasing and warm. Did some fairy godmother transport me in my sleep? But no! everything was familiar. This was the same place that I used to live in and these were the same people who were horrible to me. What was happening?
Then, the answer sunk in scarily. It was my pair of glasses! Could they have been defective for all these years?, which means all I had to do was merely correct them. Is it possible that with the solution right in me, I was searching far and beyond for the panacea? Simple though it was, it threatened to eat my peace.I was attached to the blame game. I was attached to the 'Oh-poor-me!' game. What was I going to do now? I was committed to giving a piece of my mind to all those 'bad' people who had created misery for me. What was I to do with all that pent-up energy?
'No! No! This is not fair. They were 'bad' and I was 'good'. They were 'wrong' and I was 'right' and I have to prove that. What do you mean, the defect was all along with me? What am I going to do now?' It tore my heart to face the truth.
Perhaps ignorance was bliss.