When was the last time you walked out carelessly without blinking an eye, woke up to go about your regular life?
The customary practice of cursing yourself for forever disappointing your resolve to be on time, to be ahead of the day, start early. Still, we go about and pick up from the point we open our eyes from the late morning, which is usually a result of hours of late-night chats and binge-watching. Aha, the sweet devil, sluggish extended morning sleep over the dissatisfaction of not having enough time to self-indulgence. We ache for more without really asking ourselves what is that “more” we seek and or without accessing what is it that we already have is.
Naturally picking a random dress from the top of the wardrobe just because it was ironed well, the matching earring to lipstick shade you used without wondering that will be long time before you get to use it again. And ah, that fragrance you picked from the duty-free, it will be read to recall the smell. Now the dressing table of your room picking up dust and neglect of your attention. All the makeup and no mood or occasion for it.
Always in a rush, picking up stuff from the different corners of your house like you need the best of all, carried with you, leaving home with preparation like it is not just for the day but long battle ahead. Least of the worry is the pair of shoes you subconsciously picked from the top of the rack. Uff, there wasn’t even remote thought on the repercussions of touching the elevator button.
The world hasn’t ended, and you aren’t dead, just locked up in your home snatched away from these worldly pleasures and indulgences you lived day in and out. The known common ground beneath has slipped out under your watch, and you can’t do a thing about it but wonder over the new reality and unknown horizons awaiting you. Gasping for the air of the new earth around, is new surviving everyone is doing.
I am sure we will rise and walk, run, and fly again; this wasn’t the last of human life, but the situation we are in has forced a lot of obvious questions and opened up emotional pandora’s box.
The life we lead was mundane routine, full of disappointment and complaints, and we continuously looked for an escape, whereas we failed to learn the same routine was our anchor that kept us sane. We refused to believe the chain we want to break free from was our navigator we relied upon. And continously kept a closed eye to the firm ground holding us tight. Now and again, the breakaway is rejuvenation, but the generation of a continuous rant, Monday blues, TGIF thrills, looking for more, is reduced to abase.
In a nonchalant state, I awake to realizations beyond my grasp, with a mountain of losses around, we all need to hold on to what you have closest and dearest to us. Await for better sunrise and possible future.
That random smile,
innocent mischief,
and curious eyes!
Giggles and annoying demands,
tiredness expectations,
and challenges to keep them occupied.
I am discovering a bit of a grown-up world, living each day meaninfully while the toddlers are inventing the purpose for us.
Life is a mystery revealing new plots and twists daily; while you breathe one another, one is awaiting to jostle you. Hold it tight what you have against this tide. A little bit of craze and a lot of dazes, the world will never cease to amaze.
We wanted to live on the edge and now scrapping for a gap to stand, Oh dear unknown, be kind and merciful.
It is so much you think we can take; it is a test we know but leave enough for us to pick up the scattered threads.
Hey life, we see you have made a point.
Now let’s get on with 2020.