Shoe Fetish

Cinderella Cinderella

She has no time to ponder, She has no time to sit

How would she know, what’s her fit ?

Until one evening, touched by the magical wand of possibilities

She realized there is life beyond her adversities.

 

Oh, then there is another lady from my slumber book

She was just obsessed with herself, that made her a crook.

She is lady Cruela Di Vil

Seeking perfection, she is ready to kill.

 

I dwindle between the ideas of – always putting oneself in other’s shoes Vs the other extreme of having a “shoe fetish”.

When I get into other’s shoes, I  hardly care about my fit. My fit, to a large extent becomes insignificant to me. There is even a possibility that in due course  of time, my own shoe might bite me back because I ignored it for a long time.

The other extreme is having a shoe fetish that takes me anywhere and everywhere in search of “my perfect fit”. My shoe fetish keeps me in the blind spot, and I overlook the bare foot folks right next to me.

Follow any extremes, or be somewhere in between – It’s a choice. But make sure the choice isn’t forced upon, or the joy it brings is not shallow.

Blurred Boundaries

My son talks to me about different worlds. the Sponge Bob’s world, Nemo’s world and at times I see him talking to the miniature Lego buddies from the Lego land that he creates . He wants me to be part of these worlds as he juggles between these worlds.  Is it childish or have we just  lost the ability to juggle between many lives as part of our growing up. Growing up also meant honing the ability to focus on one’s own life and achieve. I remember during school days how I used to be lost while reading poems and stories – travel places while reading geography chapters and traveling back in time being part of the kingdom, fighting battles while reading my history lessons. I loved it all.

Work of art  still lets me cross my boundaries experience other lives and perspectives. Such pieces of art are an ultimate experience and these artists are revered for their ability to get me out of my boundaries.  When my heart aches at people’s sorrows, rejoices at their joy, frowns at injustices done to someone,  I have then blurred my boundaries to live many lives making the experience called “my life”  richer.

The generation that is so focused on “focus” and “achievement”, empathy might seem like the characteristic of the fools or rather too emotional to be uttered. The experience of leaving the boundary of the self and accompanying the emotional journeys of many …  expanding the boundary (or when the boundaries are blurred) of the self and feeling the joy and pain of the whole universe should be beautiful because – then I am the universe and the universe is me!