Metal collects rust if it is neglected. Analogously, our soul dives into a pile of dust as it encounters complex thoughts and experiences. Naturally, we would want to wipe these stains of dust to ensure we cleanse our soul and breathe positivity. In fact, we may not necessarily have many stains, and aim to prevent from gathering any at all. Confronting either of the above phenomena lies in the mere art of self-reflection, which by definition is our capacity to exercise introspection and the willingness to learn more about our fundamental nature, purpose and essence.
Let’s empathize on these obstacles together: the agonizing experience of a cancerous patient undergoing chemotherapy; a blind individual yearning to envision the beauty of life; a mother discovering that her 21-year-old son has passed away from Cystic Fibrosis; an underprivileged child in Bangladesh simply comparing his life to that of an opulent child’s; a man forcefully witnessing his legs being amputated by a gang so as to attain sympathy from the public as he would plead for Twenty Rupees on the scorching streets of Pakistan; an orphan waking up to a destruction in his home caused by a catastrophic earthquake in Haiti; a woman separating from her family in India to live in Kuwait as a servant to be able to financially support them; a wife receiving the body of her husband who is killed during a ferocious riot amongst Palestine and Israel, and a brother overhearing the excruciating news that his five-year-old sister has failed to escape the horrendous Connecticut shooting splashing behind a trail of memories.