The best days of your life, they say, are when time seems to fly. But when time flies so fast, how do you keep pace with life?
Being busy seems to be a genetic trait with me – I grew up in a house where “Abhi time nahi hai” was used like punctuation in conversations! And yet there was enough time to do everything that needed to be done. That I have so little of free time now, should not come as a surprise then. But when days disappear into weeks and weeks into months, I worry about how little of life is left ahead and so much of it has passed. I hear silent alarm bells going off every few days, telling me to stop and do nothing but live. Again. And stop running.
It’s like a vicious cycle: even doing the things you want to do doesn’t leave you with free time and you want free time just to do what you want to do!
I have a sense of achievement, of course, because I’m doing fruitful, meaningful work. And I have been told more than once that I do not have it in me to do what so many do so well – nothing, if you can ‘do’ ‘nothing’ (it is an oxymoron, is it?). I admit, I love being busy. But I don’t love the time less-ness that it leaves me with.
I know I’m giving up life’s simple pleasures when I give up, however unconsciously, the art of enjoying idleness. Like reading into the night and not worrying about the time that I have to be at work. To read the newspaper – all 24 pages of it! Or trying out all kinds of homemade face packs. Or hair massages. And pedicures and facials. Or spend time window shopping. And getting DVDs of movies I’d like to watch. And gymming, or bloggging, without checking the time for how late it is! To indulge in my eccentricities and do saner things like manage my finances, and relationships, visit pregnant cousins and friends, ailing elders and lonely relatives as often as I’d want to. To travel free and often.
Only if there were more hours in a day and more money in my account!