Are we ever free? No, we are ALWAYS busy. Timed actions and controlled words. Here’s life:
7:00 wake up
8:00 off to work
10:00 Continue working…
No breathing time, we are too busy to gawk around. We look forward to something new, all the time. Our attention is hardly on now. While at work, we are looking forward to going home and taking a nap. When we are almost going off to bed, we plan the next day. Making plans is not unusual. It keeps us motivated, makes us hop with vigour.
But where’s the time to paint? Where’s the time to read or to sing discordantly? To dance like there’s no tomorrow? Where’s the time for ourselves?
We are following the flock. Be the shepherd and change directions. Routine is boring. Avoid it!! It’s lethal!
I have known amazing people with mind throbbing lifestyles who at the age of 35-40 want to give it all up and withdraw into a normal life. They are the victims of routine. They have a nice car, a beautiful mansion, sons and daughters, loads of money yet they aren’t content.
What’s lacking here? Time: they don’t have time for themselves.
They, or I say, we are living for the world. We have lost the true meaning and purpose of life. Satisfaction, peace, spirituality, inner happiness: these are all waiting for us to summon them up.
Imagine, you get two options to choose from:
1. At 25: little but enough money to satiate common pleasures, living the life you want to
2. Living like the rest of the world, working hard, saving bank money and touring the world at 65?
I’ll choose the former. I’ll tell you why!
When you’re old, and, well, touring the world, you cannot eat junk food, cause it will trouble your super sensitive digestive tummy. You get cramps in your legs, aches in your back, head, and stomach, almost everywhere. You cannot drink through the night or dance to the blaring music. Your body would need rest, YOU would need rest.
Think about yourself! Do what you want! Hell with the world.
It’s trying to bring you down while it’s already beneath you. Talk to a roadside peddler, know their life, eat at cheap restaurants, board a bus taking you to an unknown place, purchase a ticket of Mission Impossible and sneak into the auditorium screening of Inside out.
Just do it!
It’s hell lot of fun. Be a kid. It’s screaming inside us. Let your craziness take hold of you. Get the door!
Explore the world!
Feel beautiful. 🙂
Thank You Alisha for the support.
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