"A profound unmitigated loneliness is the only truth of life"
- R.K. Narayan

Every being necessarily and invariably behaves according to its inherent nature
- The Natural Law

It was ordained to be amongst the best of nature's creations. A healthy acorn from the most royal of oaks, it fell from the tree that stood highest on the most sacred part of the temple backyard. Helped by the wind and the ground contours, it rolled over to the soft part of the mud and, soon, buried itself, all set to shine forth as a beaming oak someday soon. The rains, too, fell with a chatter that applauded for its germination.
But as fate would have it, the acorn was buried right above a burrow of rats. Sensing the nutty flavor, the rats soon built a small mole-hill usurping the acorn completely into their territory. Its shell was hard yet so they, too, with their squeaking, applauded for its germination.
In due course of time, just like the other saplings strewn around, our acorn entered into labor. Its endosperms gradually opened wide to let the cotyledon emerge through a slit in its coat. A sweet nutty aroma filled the molehill, but unlike its siblings this sapling wouldn't see the light of the day, not yet. It sprouted in the molehill, enveloped by a gloomy haze,  struggling helplessly against the saliva hardened walls. The rats waited patiently for more leaflets to emerge.
The poor 'oak-ling' knew nothing of its antecedents. It didn't know of its gigantic mother that never failed to scrape at the passing clouds, it had no inkling of the dainty squirrels that would mate and breed on its woody arms or the stately woodpecker that would poke a tickle at its scaly pits, it knew not of the delicate fabric of the snow or the hooting opera of the wind. All it knew was only what it saw around, the filthy pit of rodent-hood. It assumed this was its family, that it was a part and parcel of them. The burrow was its home and the rats its brethren.

Unbeknownst to any, this was a special acorn. A plague had afflicted the oaks that year, and this acorn was immune to it. It was a natural miracle, and its survival was so crucial for the oak species, yet here it lay, belonging to a family of rats.
Blind faith, coupled with innocence, can be a gullibly potent combination, that stands antithesis to intuition. This is when "innocence" becomes "in-no-sense". Natural Law thrives on these occasions.

The rats were quick to nimble up the first stock of leaves. The acorn thought the pain of ratbites was natural. It had witnessed the rats biting each other too. And just like them, it came to accept the life amongst their faeces and slept in their spit. Sometimes, it would sense a strange desire to break the wall and grow beyond, and it was happy the rats protected it by eating away the new growth and never letting it in the dangerous open air. It didn't know why it felt a longing for the sun and rain, the same things which terrified its family. Somedays, the rats would have a quarrel and they would gnaw too deep into the acorn, pushing it to the brink of death, and the acorn never understood why it never felt anger like the rats, why it always felt a feeling of forgiveness towards its aggressors. The family of rats settled with this and never ventured out in search of more food. The acorn's patient innocence and the rats' instinctual frivolity setup a cycle that went on for days with no seeming end...
Somewhere up in the heavens, a God wondered when his plans would materialize. He had destined the acorn to be an imperial oak towering above the horizons of the world. Fate and Nature had conspired against him. He found it funnily tragic that the highest of flora was condemned to be subjugated and lay subservient to the lowliest of fauna. He sighed, but waited on...

PS: Though innocence makes one vulnerable, removing it too early in one's life can lead to disastrous consequences. One should wait for a strong intuitive conviction to develop before discarding the sheath of blissful innocence.
He was a cub, strongest of the lot,
pride of the zoo was he
His roar had a fury, the fire in him
was there for all to see.

They all flocked to see him,
Many a child's breath he'd sway,
King of the jungle, they knew,
he will surely be one day.

A block away, in a corner forgotten,
stuck in bone and flesh,
sat a meditating hermit, searching
and praying for a soul afresh.

Seldom the hermit spoke, very less he ate,
never did his focus give way.
he will surely find his God soon, people
who knew him would say.

Then one day, the zoo felt the cub had grown,
and 'twas time to set it into the wild.
Around the same time the hermit, too, felt light
like God had liberated his dear child.

Children from all over, came to the zoo,
to witness the releasing of the lion.
Devotees from all over, came to the hermitage,
to witness the liberation of their doyen.

But as the cub took the first step out,
it seemed to shudder in fear.
Outside the cage was a life that it
never knew so well and clear.

The cub turned, ran back to its cage,
with fear it didn't disguise,
It wouldn't leave the cage again,
that made everyone, gasp in surprise.

A block away, the guru breathed his last,
amidst chants of people's fantasy,
Then there was a moment's silence,
and then began prayers in ecstasy.

Right then, the hermit gasped back to life,
with a smile, like he'd got a prize.
they hailed it as divine resurrection,
that left everyone, basking in surprise.

Say a person watches a movie filled with rough and intense action, and comes out of the theatre crying aloud that he is tired and hurt and wants to see the doctor for treatment. Wouldn't you find that childish? Wouldn't you ridicule him because he took the images on the screen to be real? Wouldn't you censure him for taking a mere movie too seriously? This is exactly how you should deal with people that commit suicide too - for being harassed and depressed by the merely fleeting and transitory events of the world.
Based on discourses by Swami Sri Paramhansa Yoganandaji

ESPN and Star Sports have just announced 120 days of live, explosive cricket action. On the side, they are already serving generous doses of Football and Tennis. If you don't like that, switch the channel and lo! news media have a new breaking news every hour to keep you hooked. Daily Soaps and Reality Shows come up with new twists and turns every day. Turn off the TV and newspaper beckons you with its myriad columns of glittering words. Throw aside the newspaper, and the mobile beeps with sms from friends or with a scandalous fortune of winning a lottery draw. Switch off the cell phone, and some blaring music from the neighborhood will beg for command your attention. Get on to your laptop to divert from the music, and social networks and email lure you into their dragnet. Bang aside the laptop and go sit in your porch and a neighbor would summon you for some crispy hot gossip. Go out to take a walk in fresh air, and new models of cars and bikes zip by rousing your curiosity and vanity alike. In the little relaxed time that we may find, a tired mind either slumps helplessly to sleep or starts recoiling on the day's tragedies, missed chances, rants and raves...

In today's times, there is always some food for our attention isn't it? No wonder today's kids suffer from attention retention disorder.

Where the hell is the real "Boredom"? The one for which there is absolutely no alternative at all. The one that doesn't offer any options. The one that feels like solitary confinement. The one that frustrates the creative mind so much that the juice of a reflective spirit is finally squeezed out of it. The one that creates so much loneliness that the inner voice can't be ignored anymore..

Boredom was a precious gift from God, created for those who aren't inspired enough to focus their attention on self-reflection, on their own. Today's times took this precious gift away from us.

"Such are the times that even a mirror doesn't show one's true reflection. It only serves to provoke the awareness of how others see us"