'We get the ray of the same love.'
Yet before one discovers this ray, there is always the long wandering - the vast, aching journey of the soul. It begins not in knowledge, but in longing. It is the pilgrimage of every human heart.
From the beginning of time, men and women have set out on countless paths - some walking toward wealth, others climbing the peaks of power, some diving into the boundless depths of knowledge, and still others surrendering to beauty, art, or silence. Each step, each struggle, is born from a single desire: to find something that endures, something that soothes the hunger within, something that feels like home.
One man builds great palaces and fills them with gold and praise, but his nights are sleepless, haunted by the silence between triumphs.
Another becomes a scholar of many scriptures, revered and wise in the eyes of others - yet when the lights go out and the world falls quiet, he feels like a beggar before the vastness of truth.
A king may rule over lands and bend armies to his will, yet even he trembles at the thought of death - that sudden vanishing of everything he called "mine."
Even the lover, who holds another's hand and whispers vows of forever, feels the quiet fear of loss - for no hand can be held forever.
We chase shadows, calling them treasures.
We drink from wells that cannot quench thirst.
We adorn the body, and starve the soul.
We measure our lives in achievements, but often forget to ask: what are we achieving, and for whom?
The sages of old saw this restlessness - this constant turning, searching, grasping - and they named it: Avidya.
Ignorance.
Not ignorance in the sense of lack of facts, but a deeper blindness - not knowing who we are, or what we are truly looking for.
For what the heart truly seeks cannot be bought, conquered, memorized, or owned.
It cannot be taken from another, nor stored away for safety.
It is not subject to time or decay.
It is not a thing - it is a light.
It is not pleasure - it is peace.
It is not victory - it is presence.
And above all, it is not outside us - it is within.
The heart does not long for more possessions.
It longs for meaning.
It longs not for fleeting sensation, but for the eternal flame - the source from which all joy flows, and into which all sorrow dissolves.
The Rig Veda whispered of this longing, centuries before we were born:
तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय।
(tamso ma jyotirgamaya)
Lead me from darkness to light.
This is not merely the prayer of ancient lips -
It is the cry of every restless heart.
A cry born in darkness, and drawn by something unseen - something ancient, eternal, and quietly radiant.
And thus begins the eternal search.
The search that moves stars and saints, kings and beggars, lovers and loners alike.
The search that leads us through the world - and finally, back to ourselves.
Back to that same ray of love, which was always waiting.