DISCARD YOUR STATE AND CHOOSE A NEW STATE
Imagine yourself as an actor on a grand stage, not limited to a single role. Tonight, you’re the weary traveler, weighed down by burdens and longing for rest. But tomorrow, you can shed those tattered garments and become the radiant king, basking in the warmth of adoration. This, my friend, is the essence of choosing your state.
Instead of wrestling with the script of your current role, battling its limitations and lamenting its flaws, why not simply step aside and choose another? Why not become the king, right now, right here?
Think of your inner being as the director, the one who whispers, “Action!” and sets the scene. This director, unlike the earthly ones, isn’t bound by time or space. They can whisk you from a bustling marketplace to a serene mountaintop with a mere thought.
So, why cling to the unwanted state? Why force a smile when your heart aches for joy? Remember, the director holds the power to rewrite the scene, to orchestrate a new reality.
Here’s the secret: you don’t need to dismantle the old set piece by piece. You don’t need to analyze every chipped brick and dusty corner. Simply step onto the new stage, bathed in the golden light of your desired state. Feel the regal robes drape around you, the crown heavy on your brow, the cheers of the crowd echoing in your ears.
Don’t worry about the logistics, the “how” of it all. The director’s magic takes care of that. When you embody the king, the actions, the behaviors, the very essence of kingship will flow through you effortlessly. It’s like putting on a perfectly tailored suit – it fits, it feels right, and you move with the grace and confidence befitting the role.
Remember, every state comes with its own costume, its own script, its own soundtrack. Choose the one that resonates with your soul, the one that makes your heart sing. Leave the dusty props of the old state behind, for they no longer serve you. Let me narrate to you a story of Amelia.
The spotlight blazed down on Amelia, its harsh glare highlighting the frown etched into her weary face. Her heart, just like the tattered fabric of her costume, held the weight of a thousand performances as the downtrodden heroine. Tonight, the script demanded tears, yet again. But something within Amelia yearned for a different role, a grander stage.
Suddenly, a mischievous voice whispered in her ear, “Enough moping, darling. Time to rewrite the scene!” Startled, Amelia looked around, but saw no one. Yet, the voice persisted, warm and inviting. It belonged to her Muse, a playful being who flitted in and out of her consciousness, always urging her to dream bigger.
The Muse continued, “You’re an actor, remember? Not bound by a single script. Tonight, shed the damsel’s cloak and step into the light as the Queen!” Amelia scoffed. “Queen? Me? I’m barely holding it together as a peasant!”
“Nonsense! You have the power to choose your state, sweetheart. Imagine it: a crown of gold upon your brow, a silken gown shimmering in the light, the roar of the crowd chanting your name!”
Emboldened by the Muse’s words, Amelia closed her eyes. She envisioned herself not as the weeping willow, but as a towering oak, roots deep in the earth, branches reaching for the sun. The tattered rags transformed into regal robes, the frown into a confident smile. When she opened her eyes, the stage felt different. The spotlight, once harsh, now bathed her in a warm glow.
Taking a deep breath, Amelia threw herself into the scene. Gone were the tearful pleas; instead, her voice rang out with authority, demanding justice, inspiring courage. The audience, initially stunned, erupted in cheers. The director, initially confused, then grinned, captivated by the unexpected brilliance.
From that night on, Amelia never settled for the same old script. With the Muse’s guidance, she explored a kaleidoscope of states – the wise mentor, the daring explorer, the playful comedian. Each role brought its own challenges, its own triumphs. But most importantly, it reminded Amelia that she was the master of her own stage, free to choose the state that resonated with her soul.
And so, the weary traveler found her rest, not in sleep, but in the boundless possibilities that lay within her. The applause at the end of each performance was no longer just for the character, but for the woman who dared to choose, to dream, and to rewrite her own story, one state at a time.
This isn’t about fixing, it’s about choosing. It’s about remembering that you are the author of your own play, the director of your own destiny. So raise the curtain, step into the spotlight, and claim your rightful place as the star of your own magnificent show. And remember, the applause is always loudest for those who dare to dream big and choose their own reality.
Dr K. Jayanth Murali is a retired IPS officer and a Life Coach. He is the author of four books, including the best-selling 42 Mondays. He is passionate about painting, farming, and long-distance running. He has run several marathons and has two entries in the Asian book of Records in full and half marathon categories. He lives with his family in Chennai, India. When he is not running, he is either writing or chilling with a book.