The Fulfilment Games

Walking through the office corridor, I can see people from top management to lower staff, sitting with a stall. A stall of his or her very personal  game of chess, cards or jackpot. It looks like a big casino where every game is placed for every other individual who walks in and there is an offer to play with a promise of fulfillment.

I accept these playing offers daily, with a desire of wining and with a dream of fulfillment, but since it is their game for which they know each and every move, I rarely win. This keeps on happening all day long and all the days of my life. Even I am being offered such games in society at large at much bigger scale, by government, by municipal, by multinationals but winning & fulfillment never happens. I keep on playing with high expectations, always saying in my head, “Previously, it didn’t happened, but the Ad says it will, so I will keep running after such games, always & forever”.

If we dissect this phenomenon, its root is in choice. The choice based on conditioning & past. Predicting the future, which is nothing but an idea of refined past, past scars filled with Botox. In this very contaminated and clouded choosing we create our own misery. Because we always choose based on past, and since there are innumerable variables in any given moment which do not conform to our past, we keep ourselves trapped in games of manipulations & pretending while ill-treating what the moment has to offer. It is like rubbing or scratching some body part on which there were rashes five years ago.

To be truly free is getting rid of the conditionings and the games which we have been accustomed to play 24/7. Stopping and seeing what is it exactly what we are playing in the name of fulfillment. Seeing whether we are drinking salt water of significance and possessions all the time with a promise of thirst fulfillment and also promising others to drink the same water. It seems precisely that our current state is of the trader, where we are exchanging our own labels of salt water with each other with a tagline that mine is the best quality salt water to remove all your hunger, while in the heart of hearts we know that ours is not, and suspect that the other might have the best quality.

The  game is going on and on unless you and I consciously drop it.