Breeding Lucidity: Mirages

Mirages.

This was a word that struck me when I was sitting in my Research Methodology class. Do not challenge me to remember what the class was about. Let's just say that I did listen. But there was something nagging me. The word kept coming back to me. And all I could think of was that this mirage was different. I wasn't in a desert. I wasn't starved. In such a situation, mirage has quite a different effect. You do not really want the water, but you see this illusion being played out in front of your eyes. As every curious human being, you're drawn to it. As soon as you reach the site, you realise it was never there to begin with. You were naive enough to let the curiosity dictate your path.

This explained a lot of things. There are times when some unknown force occupies the driving seat of your life and steers you away into zones that seem real. Ever incident is so well-built to fit the mirage that bliss follows the realm of surrealism and decides to stay there. And so do you. But when that small window to reality decides to let a ray of light in, the magnificently built castles disappear into thin air. There stands your mirage - as it should be seen. An illusion. An apparition that haunted you till you reached out and tried to touch it. I suppose a plausible translation into terms relevant to our life would be the momentary lapses of judgment in our life. When we assume that the mirage belongs to us and it is one jigsaw piece needed among the many others. And when your disillusioned self mirrors the reality what you see are so many of the same jigsaw pieces already scattered around you. Maybe not the shape and size you want them to be, but life itself is never a pre-defined mould. It accommodates the long and short ends, the thin and the weird, the beautiful and the disfigured.

Maybe, one day you will fit in too. Be the most comfortable in your skin - in your mould. The mirages would lose their existence. Their entitlement to your steer.