Is this life an experiment…an experiment to search the unknown and to experience the unknown,, where you may fail or succeed? If everything we do an experiment and every experiment is a new experience, then, why the regret? Isn’t it senseless to wish “ I could have done that differently or to think that I was a fraud, or that I didn’t live up to the mark. We simply did our best and unless we experiment how do we know that , this would be the outcome?
It seems in our life’s laboratory we perceive something and develop a feeling on it and this sparks a reaction which leads to an action….Yes an experiment has taken place. And are we getting that pale pink liquid that we ought to in this our life’s lab when we add that alkali from the pipette into the beaker drop by drop?…well not really. Most often…shrrrr..here comes the alkali in a rush even though we were careful and thus end up with a purple liquid in the beaker , instead of the pale pink liquid that we were hoping so much for. Nevertheless, we learned.
Should this view make us less responsible towards our action? Not really. No one does anything by completely believing that they were doing something wrong. While thinking back to a few of my actions, the lessons I learned and the decisions for the future can be seen as the best outcome from the experiments that I had done. There is no failed experiment. Every experiment was simply an eye opener to see what happens if I would do it this way..
Together with these experiments and experiences make my life worth living
Thinking of a friend who said
തോരാത്ത തിരയൽ ആകുന്നു ജന്മം ….(life is a never ending search..)
The search continues…so does the experiment…
yet, the pearls i come across in my search are priceless.
My ice skating experiment ..
When ever I read about people who have gone beyond their comfort zone to achieve things , I have often wondered about the feeling they went through while undertaking the tasks they did , thus decided to explore it by joining an ice skating lesson . . It proved to be a perfect activity to test my comfort zone theory due to the following reasons:
1.The notion that “Malayali family women” do not do these kind of things !!
2. My classmates will be little kids (the same age as my own kids) as I was unable to attend adult classes due to work time limitations .
3. To most people I spoke to ( malayalees obviously this activity didn’t sound like learning a new skill, and most laughed at me!!
In the very first lesson I realized that, going beyond our comfort zone hurts bad- as i fell down countless times . Since many people from the gallery were watching this ordeal I should admit it was embarrassing , thus learned, “beyond our comfort zone”often makes people embarrassed
In the following classes I slowly gained confidence and balance though occasional falls were still ongoing . My break time was spent looking around and admiring those older people balancing perfectly and dreaming of the day when I could skate like them . The important lesson I learned was when you go ” beyond your comfort zone” it is very important to look at people who have gone beyond their comfort zone than those who simply laugh and advice but never do anything like this in their entire life !!
But the biggest learning came when in the 7th class I fell down and broke not only my arm but my ego as well. I finally came to the conclusion that before venturing out on your adventure you need support from your own family . Finally it hit me.. it is not possible to “change our family” in order to go beyond our comfort zone!!
But will it stop me .. Certainly not 🙂 And life will move on 🙂