It seemed like an unusual walk through the village, a certain window seemed to have opened in the heart..
I passed by a house in which two people were quarreling, upon observing closely, I realized that they were fighting for the ownership of the house. What was even more surprising to me was one of them was the real owner of the house and other, the tenant> They had but little knowledge of their real positions as they both have been sharing the house from childhood. They were almost equal in strenth and appearance, I assumed this fight would go on till one of them eventually gains more power to overcome the other. I continued to walk.
After a while I passed by another house, the owner was in full control of it and was as healthy and heavy as anyone could imagine, I could not find the tenant anywhere initially. Upon inquiring I was told that tenant merely existed in a corner of the house almost as a slave and was hardly given anything to sustain his life. I assumed, they would probably never fight as the owner was well aware of his position and kept himself well maintained over the tenant, however I had a strange feeling somehow the tenant was never really going to give up.
I continued my walk and saw a third house. The owner of the house was frail, bedridden and almost about to die. I became curious and started searching for the cruel tenant who had caused this pitiful scene. Didn’t take me long to find this giant ugly being, for sure he must have usurped almost all things which originally belonged to the owner. He was in full control of the house and there was little hope the owner would ever stand up on his feet again. But somehow I felt, even the house yearned for the owner to put up one last fight..!
You are the House in the story, your Ego the Tenant and Your Soul the Owner.
I leave you with one question, which is your house..?