Sponge

What does the word remind you of?

Maybe the smiling face of the pretty girl on ScotchBrite®. Or perhaps SpongeBob ® for those of you who like watching cartoons. Both these are smiling reminders.

But if you look at a sponge closely, it is actually a sad little thing.

The way it looks solid at first glance but reveals holes, pockets of air when you zoom in reminds me so much of us, the people. We are just the same: solid and courageous on the outside yet the same cowering beings inside, all of us, shrinking away silently against fear, the feeling of not being 'wanted' and 'needed', of not being 'loved'; the insecurities, the jealousies we try our best to mask during the day keeping in view 'people skills' yet can never fully escape because they WILL resurface no matter, seeking out our darkest moments to become their brightest.

Just like a sponge we absorb what is around us. Hold it's essence only as long as things are proceeding the way we want them, as long as we are masters of the grease we are made to wipe and not it's slaves. We absorb it so much so that we begin to drip the essence.

But along comes either a change of scenario or a bad incident to throw us off balance and we get 'squeezed out'. Back to the original hole-d condition.

Sometimes when you begin to feel things, being reminded of instances and begin to think of something more than you should, it feels like  you literally ARE a sponge: so hollow, so weak and malleable, so dispensable. And why not, since the brain itself is a sponge soaked in blood, the fibres of which are formed of as many neurons as are stars in the universe?

And then sometimes, you feel so light like a sponge too, ready to lift off your feet and fly up into the sky feeling like the luckiest person around.

And the lightness comes also when you feel  horrible, those days you feel like a prisoner trapped inside your own head.

Classic paradox for you.

Just like a sponge you sometimes feel used in a bad way, enough to make you lose respect for either yourself or the other person. Unsure if it was you who was stupid enough to not realize, or the other person just so mean on you.

Life is strange and it is said in modern Biology that biological sponges were among the first living things to come into being in the form we see them in today.

Over the years the human race has switched over to synthetic polymer-based sponges.

But does it mean we give up hope in life, in feeling, emotion and prayer?

I think not.

You only have to look at the cheerful ScotchBrite® girl to see  that synthetic sponges DO come in pretty packaging too and that with care, it can last you a long time.

That is what you have to look for in life. Sustainability.

Moments of happiness. Of ecstasy.