My Three Moments of Living Fully Alive

“That courtyard was not only of the house; it was of my childhood, of my roots, and of my awakening.”

This reflection shares three profound moments that revealed the essence of truly living. The first moment arises in a childhood courtyard, looking at the sky, where innocence and silent questions awaken. The second comes through the mother’s face, which becomes more than personal, it becomes a mirror of identity and an era’s story. The third moment unfolds at the birth of a daughter, when alongside her entry into the world, the writer experiences the birth of silence and innocence within. Through this, death is seen not as an end but as a companion that awakens freedom. In giving her daughter liberty, she herself finds release from the chains of attachment.

My Three Moments of Living Fully Alive

Every moment of my life is a living moment, yet today I talk about three moments.

At that moment, as I stood in the courtyard of the house and gazed up at the sky, what inspired me to look? Was there a question, an experience, a prayer, or my life behind this looking? Was that the courtyard of the house of my young childhood, or of my young understanding?

At that moment, as I gazed at my mother’s face, what did I want to understand? About my mother, or about the house, about our relationship, or about some blossoming identity, which I was recognizing. Was it my mother’s face, or the face of a human being, or the face of the story of an era?

That moment, when my daughter was born. Then I started looking at myself. With the birth of a human being, is someone else also born? Because I saw many things being born in myself at that very moment. Who was that?

The question of death: The one who asked me, “Jinder, don’t you think someone is born for the journey of death?”

The one who was born to die, someone else was being born in him. My own birth, the birth of silence within me, the birth of the awakening of my innocence within me. Even though a daughter was born, she came into life, but the journey of death started deep within me. The precious questions born within me gave birth to a person within me, making me the first step towards my daughter’s freedom. Truly, at that moment, my daughter had come on the journey of the world, and I had set out on the journey of existence. At that very moment, I became a deep companion to my daughter, giving her true freedom through prayer, and simultaneously, I found myself freeing myself from the shackles of attachment.

Quotes

“That courtyard was not only of the house, it was of my childhood, of my roots, and of my awakening.”

“My mother’s face was not just hers, it was the face of a human being, the face of an era, and the mirror of my blossoming identity.”

“When my daughter was born, another birth took place within me, the birth of silence and the awakening of innocence.”

“In the one born to die, someone else was born in me: a deeper self who discovered the whirlpool of existence.”

“As my daughter began her journey into the world, I began my journey into life.”

“In giving my daughter the sweet of freedom, I found myself freed from the chains of attachment.”

Questions

When you look at the sky, what are you really searching for: a question, a prayer, or a forgotten part of yourself?

In your mother’s face, what truths of relationship, identity, or history can you discover?

What does the birth of a child awaken in you: the joy of life, the reminder of death, or both?

Have you ever felt that in another’s birth, something silent and innocent was also born within you?

What attachments in your life have silently dissolved the moment you gave freedom to another?

Can death become not an end, but a companion that awakens your most actual living?

Blessings

May the courtyard of your childhood forever open to the sky of wonder.
May the face of your mother remind you of love that transcends time.
May the birth of every new being awaken silence and innocence within you.
And may you always walk free, unchained, alive, and embraced by the mystery of life and death.