Well this is just one of my random pieces. Not for any use. I just want it to be read and discussed if anyone is interested. Any creative criticism or argument regarding my views are welcomed!
Today, I spend almost two hours trimming the hedges and doing other gardening stuff. After I finished, I liked the change I noticed in my garden. But then I wondered what I really did to please my fastidious eyes. The plants were same as before, exactly at the same place. The only change in them was that they had a kind of distinct pattern, rows of hedges neatly trimmed to give the desired look. What really pleased me was the symmetry I noticed in my little garden.
Human beings have a peculiar affinity for symmetry. In everything they see they search for a kind of symmetry. And at times, they call it beauty. They call a person beautiful if he has all the desired bodily features perfectly in place; if his one eye is a bit large than the other, his beauty gets scarred. And the same applies to his life. If he gets a good job, earns enough money, marries an attractive woman, gives birth to bright children and earns some respect in the society, his life is termed successful. In other words, that much-desired success is a kind of desire for symmetry itself. I don't know how I can explain our love for symmetry. Maybe it is because our body itself is perfectly symmetrical; two eyes, two nostrils, two nipples, a set of limbs and even two nuts, everything in two so that when our body is split from the middle, the symmetry is perfectly maintained. The ones in singular count, belly button or penis, are kept exactly in the middle so that they won't dare to disrupt the symmetry.
I know our hearts do not follow the symmetry; that I learned in A-level Biology. What I truly wish to know is whether our souls are symmetrical. What do you say?
Life in symmetry
Today, I spend almost two hours trimming the hedges and doing other gardening stuff. After I finished, I liked the change I noticed in my garden. But then I wondered what I really did to please my fastidious eyes. The plants were same as before, exactly at the same place. The only change in them was that they had a kind of distinct pattern, rows of hedges neatly trimmed to give the desired look. What really pleased me was the symmetry I noticed in my little garden.
Human beings have a peculiar affinity for symmetry. In everything they see they search for a kind of symmetry. And at times, they call it beauty. They call a person beautiful if he has all the desired bodily features perfectly in place; if his one eye is a bit large than the other, his beauty gets scarred. And the same applies to his life. If he gets a good job, earns enough money, marries an attractive woman, gives birth to bright children and earns some respect in the society, his life is termed successful. In other words, that much-desired success is a kind of desire for symmetry itself. I don't know how I can explain our love for symmetry. Maybe it is because our body itself is perfectly symmetrical; two eyes, two nostrils, two nipples, a set of limbs and even two nuts, everything in two so that when our body is split from the middle, the symmetry is perfectly maintained. The ones in singular count, belly button or penis, are kept exactly in the middle so that they won't dare to disrupt the symmetry.
I know our hearts do not follow the symmetry; that I learned in A-level Biology. What I truly wish to know is whether our souls are symmetrical. What do you say?