detachment

Detachment

For long i have tried to grasp the essence of detachment. for me detachment was always a fancy name for indifference..cause i could not see the difference..i could see it no other way.how can anybody be detached and not become indifferent towards the object of your detachment.

After loads of thinking, the closest i could get to understanding detachment, was harshavardhan giving away the last of his belongings, and then proclaiming, today in totally happy...i can even remember the girl's expression who was mouthing those lines in a school play ....

As it usually happens, in those days, i had never really understood how anybody could be so glowing with happiness after giving away every mortal possession.....Later, as an adult i could understand, if not agree,as to, why Harshavardhan must have felt good..he had with that act made a clean break from his old life...not just in his mind; he had also proclaimed it loudly and clearly to the world..he had sort of burnt his bridges happily. now all, that he wanted to do, was seek and find the new life he was looking for.

Today morning, i see things in a different light.

Ive always believed that 'attached' love consists of three factors. always. there are no exceptions. they being, physical attraction, emotional connection, and a sense of ownership, towards the object of the love.

Once you remove the sense of ownership, what remains is physical attraction, and the emotional connection. the sense of ownership is dead. and that, i think is what real detachment is all about..its not losing interest in the object completely for that only leads to indifference. Its about not losing the physical and emotional connection with the object of one's love, and yet losing the sense of owning or belonging to that person.

Once this sense of ownership, or even potential ownership is firmly clamped upon, you immensely love the person, and yet are totally detached.