THE FOUNTAINHEAD

When life forces me to make too many compromises, I turn to ‘The Fountainhead’. Its my Bible. I find solace in it. In it I see the world as I want it to be. I see people as I want them to me. I see myself as I want to be. Its is the ultimate in perfection. Or closet to it. But that does not make much of a difference. It’s a million times better than what I see everyday. Now my life is not bad. No bad is not the word I can ever use for it. But difficult, yes. Not financially, not physically… but mentally.
The other day I was thinking which kind of suffering would be more difficult kind – physical or mental? I couldn’t decide. Only the wearer knows where the shoe pricks. Its easy to imagine that physical trouble would be easier to bear than mental, but I doubt that. I ve been ill. And its not a very interesting state. Whatever. Right now is what matters. And Fountainhead matters…
Why do I like it so much? Because it presents a picture of strong men (now don’t take that literally, its not men rather human being). Man as he should be. Man as he is made to be. Man who knows his potentials. Man who harnesses his potentials. Man challenging himself everyday. Man winning everyday. Man evolving everyday. This is the man (aha! woman) I want to be.
Pretty wishful? NO! this how I am going to live. I hate to get stagnated. A quite fire is not a cold fire. Fire is hot in every form, be it flames or be it glowing cinders. It can heat. It can scorch. It can burn. It can create and it can destroy. A quite sea surface does not mean that all is quite inside. The water has energy, enough to sweep off everything it wants. Drown anything.
The forces of day and night , life and death, creation and destruction go hand in hand. They are the same , only difference is the end product.
So don’t underestimate me. I have a head and a fountainhead, I ll never run out.