Have you realized how growing old has its own charms? How comfortable we get in doing the mundane without feeling as if we’re missing out on life or something? The constant need for movement and pace seem to be taken over by a need for familiarity and a feeling of well-being. Soaking in the present moment in all its glory looks more attractive than running towards an elusive future.
- I like how comfortable I feel settling with a book over a weekend and thinking that I don’t have any other agenda on my schedule.
- Or, maybe making some good food at home and enjoying it while watching a riveting television series.
- I love waking up early and meditating for half an hour.
- Or, writing on my journal while listening to the early morning bickering of birds.
- Sipping some good coffee while writing a blog post.
- Sleeping on time and waking up fresh.
- Eating healthy and exercising.
I don’t know about you, but these apparently simple things, give me such a great sense of fulfilment. I never feel the need to go out on a weekend solely because of this unreasonable thought that life is happening outside.
Of course, I love to travel but even while traveling I love taking my own time soaking in the essence of a place, sitting for hours at a cafe in a hill station or at a beach at sunset reading a book or watching people, rather than running from one ‘tourist attraction’ to another to tick all the so-called checkpoints.
As a matter of fact, I have finished Jhumpa Lahiri’s The Lowland during my honeymoon in Thailand, I’ve completed A.S. King’s Please Ignore Vera Dietz while traveling through Rome and Venice, I’ve spent mornings sitting at the mall in Darjeeling while reading Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s Sister of My Heart and The Vine of Desire.
Such simple pleasures give me so much of joy. I would rather be doing nothing and enjoying myself than running around chasing a rigid definition of ‘having fun’.