We all make planes. Paper planes. As children. In school. With friends, cousins or even siblings. As children, we loved tearing the pages from our notebooks, from our friends' notebooks and making planes. And just the access to coloured papers made us excited. Because we could then make colourful planes. Free periods was the best of our times. Those few minutes felt like the uttermost feeling of freedom. Freedom from studying and boring teachers. Specially, if the free period meant freedom from scheduled tests or heavy homework due dates.
The feeling of standing on the desk, with a paper plane in our hands was priceless. The sight of standing on the desk, excitedly throwing the paper plane in the air, and seeing it glide through the classroom boards, dodging chairs and hitting the blackboard, was absolutely priceless. I bet, the innermost satisfaction derived standing there in that very moment is far stronger and beautiful than being crowned the King.
And then we all grow up. Become boring. Driven by our growing impatience, we foolishly, look everywhere for that lost feeling of happiness in and around places and things. Places and things which fail to react or give us that lasting moment of happiness. It happens so because instead of making planes out of paper, we busy ourselves in making money out of paper. We forget the joys because we forget the process of tearing the papers from our notebooks. Instead of tearing the pages out, we busy ourselves in keeping the notebooks intact. Disguised in the beauty of calling it "Civilized and Mature adults", we fool ourselves. We stop making planes because we start following the herd. We never pause our pseudo-civilized life. Instead of closing our laptop and noticing the humans around, we search for happiness in the web of digital interactions. Instead of experiencing the power of "Contagious Smile", we prefer mulling over work and coffee.
We stop dreaming and start searching for dreams in places which do not manufacture dreams. We stop making planes, and start searching for happiness in places which were not created to provide happiness at the first place anyway. We look for being crowned the King in places where no Kingdom of Joy exists.
A child is considered impulsive and impatient. He wants everything now. As we grow up, we tone ourselves down to become civilized. We think we are gaining patience, becoming mature and rational, while in reality, we are just diverting our impulse and impatience to other things. As a child, we were impulsive for a paper plane. As adults, we become impulsive for luxury.
Joy and Happiness is listening to the Soul. And as children, we knew the process. Because that's inherent in us. We all inherently absolutely love and enjoy the feeling of elevation and happiness and contentment. Smile is the most contagious emotion. As children, we taught it to elders. As adults, we delve into pseudo intellectualism of finding peace through expensive therapies in air conditioned rooms. As children, we experienced our Soul's joy standing on the table, in hot and humid weather, drenched in sweat yet excitedly making paper planes.
Our inherent happiness and freedom is not listening to our animal instinct, it is listening to our Soul. And there is a huge difference between the two. For, if we listen to our animal instinct, it impatiently makes us keep the notebook intact in our bags, greedily and impulsively and selfishly. It does not know that the real joy lies in opening up the bag, taking the notebook out, tearing the pages down, making paper planes and seeing them glide through the air. Our animal selves look into the future for happiness and joy and freedom. Our Soul, patiently looks into Now for the Happiness, for the Joy and for the Freedom.
Our Soul says, Smile and the world smiles with you. Our Soul says, Make paper planes and see the world come alive again.
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