The Want for Simplicity


I begin my days groggy and sleep-deprived, my mornings a private hell brought on by late nights and long work hours. Coffee runs at 10 after practicals keep me awake during class. I jot down notes, attend meetings and work, only to end past midnight to do it all again.
I don’t mind working; on the contrary I am one who loves a busy schedule. Time is of the essence and prioritizing should be one's greatest strength.

We worry so much about making it. About making things right, about making things work, about making it in life. We worry incessantly about plans and projects--we laugh a little, we rest a little but we worry a lot. We worry if we're right; we worry if we're not. We worry of what is to be, what has been and what's happening. We worry without acknowledging it; we worry about the little things and as soon as we've solved the problem, we move on to worry a little more.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind worrying. I like a little doubt to keep me in check. I like thinking things through. But I worry that I worry too much. I worry that people would find me too worrisome. I worry when people around me don’t worry.

But even I, with all my plans functioning and my work ready for execution, falter when it comes to my four o'clock chai. The happy memories I have of visiting my grandparents during the summer, napping after lunch, only to wake by four for the chai I was rarely allowed back home with my parents.

Those sun-kissed days come back to me in my most perilous moments, beckoning me to abandon work, drink a little tea, nap a little nap and rest.
In this life so full of noise, it seems surreal to imagine a tiny little place called home, with only sounds of peaceful breath; of warm sunrays hitting your face as the curtain moves gently in the breeze, letting in the sweet music of swaying trees and rustling leaves.
One wonders if those days will ever come back; I believe that that should be our ultimate goal.
So the day that I lunch, tinker a little with my work and nap, only to wake at four for tea; that day,  I would know that I have, indeed, made it.

                                       
                            
                                         

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