Everyday Musing

Delhi might be a great city to travel. But the heat gets to you. Gets to you in such a way that you want to claw out the sweat out of your skin. Get that sticky feeling out of our gut. Hold it in front of you in a messed up pile, your face in chagrin as you look at in and soak it into a bucket of water like a pile of clothes. Having a dead end 9 to 5 job does not help. Something must work out. You just need to dwell within you. Sure, everybody says we all have a calling. However , that call my friend, takes eons of years to appear right before you. At least it feels like that. You might say that we are all going through the same feeling. But, the world as we know it, is honestly, plastered with the thought of survival of the fittest.

 And I, a selfish homosapien, looking for that flickering light at the end of the tunnel, flinch my eyes wide open, only to find empty spaces of darkness stretching before me. It just appears so fucking far. It’s like a Himalayan trek. No matter how close you feel you are close to that ice cap, it keep getting further. You just need to keep walking. And as you keep walking, the journey just does not seem to get shorter. It’s like the supreme being is playing a wick game of vicious snake and ladder.  Just when it feels like you’ve got your act right, there is a snake placed strategically at box 99 to bring you down to box number two. And then it’s merry-go-round all again.
Now you feel helpless, restless and moody all at once. Couples on the road sicken you. 150 likes on your friend’s photo appears like they don’t deserve it.  Fights with family and loved ones are an everyday affair. When it rains, it seems like the huge black drops are a mockery of your existence. Now, how do you break free? Or can you at all? At this point, you feel like nothing can help you. Yet, the arms of the clock are dynamic pacing one another as if they have no time. So what am I doing?

I realized that for me, there are three types of happiness. A moment, a day and a life. I noticed that the big things in life aren’t necessarily going the way I want it to because I’m stubborn that the course should talk ONLY that path. Maybe, it doesn’t have to. Expectations lead to more expectations. A second factor that I noticed is that the small every day routines in my life probably have a lot of scope for improvement. Two minutes extra to fold my bed. Get up early 15 minutes ahead to work to get to work on time. Be patient with parents when you get stifled by their responses. Take that extra effort to make yourself feel good before everybody else does. That probably was my Eureka moment.

Somehow, the ordinary life seemed to interest me now. When you first create this freedom—for freedom is usually created, not merely found—you may find yourself, wanting to tell everyone about it.You become an evangelist for this way of life. You want to show everyone that you’re happier. You want to help them to be happy too.Yet you may discover, as most evangelists do, that the rest of the world is not always eager to hear your message. Your happiness may lie in going against the grain of opinion or preferences. But sometimes, you should just go with the flow once you’re there. Let it settle in. Enjoy it for yourself. Those who long for the same discoveries will seek them out. Those who are envious will never understand anyway. Everyone else can just live their life as they see fit. If you’re happy, you don’t have to tell everyone about it. You’re just happy.

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