There comes a time in your life when you need to simply sit back and take a break. Generally we are always running. Recently I came across the most beautiful metaphor which a friend used to describe our lives in general to gym; he said an average day in the life of any human being is nothing short of a breathtaking session on a treadmill. We run a lot, but we cover no distance at all. At least when we hit the gym we have the kick of losing weight!
We are stuck in the same morbid schedule day in day out. Are we really going anywhere with this? Promise, I have a point. So when I was part off this limbo, I used to think What is the point of all this, why could I not have a life where I could pace out things according to my liking etc etc. Then, an inevitable moment of epiphany followed, and I took a break. Now here's the thing about taking breaks, they just sound great, but the really are the most boring thing ever. Not even a week in to the "break" I was rearing to get back into that big ugly world off work. I need that adrenaline of getting up late in the morning, almost making it in time, gulping down breakfast, scampering to the desk. Lazing around the couch all day with a television and a book and every other mode of classic entertainment at disposal just does not turn me on!
I am sitting on the most comfortable couch. I do not even as much as have to raise my finger for a job to get done. There is a brilliant view from the balcony with majestic Eucalyptus trees waving in the breeze. Huge tracts of land lay bare till infinity. And if this was a two day break from work I would have loved all off these things. I would have absolutely loved them and would not want to part from them ever. But the fact is that I am not satisfied when I have an enormous amount of time to spend here, not knowing when it will end.
Does this say something about me or something about the human condition in general, where people are just not satisfied. It is not as if they are not happy; that they are, but satisfied? No, never.
So here I am in that phase of my life when I have some time on my hand and I could do all those things that I have always wanted to do, like write or paint or read War and Peace, but no, I do not do them. I do not live in this moment but wonder of what is to happen in the next. Perhaps not a very prudent approach, but what the hell, that's how life goes on.
We are stuck in the same morbid schedule day in day out. Are we really going anywhere with this? Promise, I have a point. So when I was part off this limbo, I used to think What is the point of all this, why could I not have a life where I could pace out things according to my liking etc etc. Then, an inevitable moment of epiphany followed, and I took a break. Now here's the thing about taking breaks, they just sound great, but the really are the most boring thing ever. Not even a week in to the "break" I was rearing to get back into that big ugly world off work. I need that adrenaline of getting up late in the morning, almost making it in time, gulping down breakfast, scampering to the desk. Lazing around the couch all day with a television and a book and every other mode of classic entertainment at disposal just does not turn me on!
I am sitting on the most comfortable couch. I do not even as much as have to raise my finger for a job to get done. There is a brilliant view from the balcony with majestic Eucalyptus trees waving in the breeze. Huge tracts of land lay bare till infinity. And if this was a two day break from work I would have loved all off these things. I would have absolutely loved them and would not want to part from them ever. But the fact is that I am not satisfied when I have an enormous amount of time to spend here, not knowing when it will end.
Does this say something about me or something about the human condition in general, where people are just not satisfied. It is not as if they are not happy; that they are, but satisfied? No, never.
So here I am in that phase of my life when I have some time on my hand and I could do all those things that I have always wanted to do, like write or paint or read War and Peace, but no, I do not do them. I do not live in this moment but wonder of what is to happen in the next. Perhaps not a very prudent approach, but what the hell, that's how life goes on.
