My barriers of communication

This is something that we all know, we all feel ever since we began to speak or try to speak. It’s something so common now that we hardly even think about it. But it’s still there, always will be. The barriers of communication are both obvisous and subtle, yet persistently everpresent.
For a while now I have been becoming more aware of my communication protocols and the standards out there. I have become aware of the fact that no one actually ever can understand anybody else EXACTLY as the speaker would like them to. It’s humanly impossible. By definition we can only comprehend what our perception allows us to and since no one has the exact same perception as any other, we can never ever be 100% on the same page so to speak.
Where does this leave us? Are we ever to look beyond ourselves and into others? Are we ever to look beyond the ego that is ME and look beyond the known. According to people like J.Krishnamurthi, if we hunt something that we know that we don’t know, we can never find it. Get it? Since we know for a fact that we dont know what it feels like to do something then how can we ever try to achieve that consciously. The sub-conscious however progressese endlessly and can achieve things unimaginable by the conscious.
It is this sub-conscious growth, I think, that leads to us processing many of the snippets of data that we gather in the conscious world and realize knowledge and hopefully some wisdom. I am yet to learn if there is a way to master the sub-conscious or not. If so, imagine the potential of each human being. It is so believed in various schools of hinduism and taoism that the unconscious mind has all the knowledge available to the whole of humanity. If that is true, then all we ever have to do is look inside for the answer. All those stories of meditation for peace make sense now. Not cause it cools you down or helps you destress (alone) as marketed by the foreign media. But because it’s the only way, I think, to achieve ‘mukti’, salvation from the cycle of births and deaths on this plane. Meet the brahman finally.
More I think of this, more organized religions’ nuances like rituals and rites make no sense to me. I do them out of habit, to cajole my own memories but without an end in sight. What purpose does it serve to light up a diya and do puja as has been dictated to us by the brahmins in power? I mean no disrespect, but I do fail to see how it benefits us in our path towards mukti. Some say that they find peace in the practices. Peace it maybe, but it is temporary. There is no riddance of the ego, of the aham. WIth that present, one can never look beyond oneself.
How to look beyond one’s ego still evades me. There are a number of ways I would think – kill it, embrace it to the point that it hurts to be with it anymore or something else. But whatever the process is, the end has to be egoless. Only once that has been achieved can one truly feel somebody else’s pain and joy, revel in their happiness and cry in their pain. I would ask somebody to help me do this, but I know that one’s path is truly individual, hence this search must go on and continue it shall.

I Wish

I wish I could turn back the hands of time
Not to undo what I did
But to remedy all the things left unsaid
Maybe you would glimpse into my world
Learn of these visions of mine
I know life will go on as will you and me
Cause we are but swimmers in this sea of beauty
But hopefully you will learn that
you are one that I will not forget,
At least in this moment.

Commonality of our Specialities

Another one of my recent realizations or something that I had realized a while ago but am coming to terms with only now.
We all grow up thinking that we are special, that what we do and who we are makes a difference, that theres a reason for everything we do and a reason for all that we think is to be done. Most of us even go through life with the same belief without ever questioning it, as shocking as that maybe (only to myself, perhaps).
But in this huge world of ours, everybody is doing something special, everbody is busy, everybody is on the verge of the next big thing (in their relative worlds), everybody is upto something. Why are we all busy? Some people I know are so obsessed with looking busy that even when they have been chillin for two to three hours all they can talk about is how busy they are and how much work they are dying under. Gay as it may seem its a common habit. And surprisingly so.
We spend more time organizing ourselves and readying ourselves for work than actually working towards our goals and dreams. We spend more time writing stuff like what I am writing and bitching about wasting time than actually taking the next step in life.
It is in times like these that I recall some of the teachings of hindu philosophy. One of the primary objectives of studying hindu scriptures and teachings is to realize that the spirit within is supreme and unsurpassable. Hindu as it maybe, this principle is applicable universally and I am sure other religions maintain this thought in some other perverted form. Have we all lost sight of this truth? Why is it that most of the people who speak of stuff like the stuff I am speaking of commit the atrocities that I commit?
I want to achieve balance within myself. I want to read Hermann Hesse’s Siddhartha about this guy who is discouraged about being unable to find the path to nirvana caught up in the world of superficiality. Maybe I will learn something. I want to stop running, I want to stop chasing, I want to stop trying to be and Just BE.