“The grass always seems greener on the other side of the fence.”
Recollect those Monday mornings we woke up to? Didn’t we as a whole loathe that daily schedule? Abhorring the reality that we have to get up, get ready, go to work, eat, socialize, sleep, and repeat. How many times have we counted down to the weekend just so that we can separate ourselves from the world and do nothing?
The lockdown resembles the long vacation that everyone ideally wanted but no one thought we would ever get. It took us 6 weeks to acknowledge how much we took for granted.
Don’t we all miss the way we could stroll under the open sky, regardless of whether it is pouring or bright, whether we are taking a Virar fast local train or whether an auto for ‘bhaiya Lokhandwala chaloge kya?’, whether it was simply walking into a store for window shopping or the opportunity to take a flight and visit our friends and family or explore unexplored territories
We understand now what a gift it was. From having those office gossip sessions at the Tea Tapri, gorging over that lip-smacking roadside Vada-Pav to sitting at the Marine Drive and watching the setting sun on Mumbai’s coastline. And how we miss the freedom to go back to all of it.
The Magic in the Mundane
The earth revolves around the sun day in and day out, the sun rises and sets like clockwork, the moon waxes and wanes in a set pattern. All around us in nature, we are surrounded by routines and it makes it no less beautiful. Let us find joy in that ordinary, wake up every morning with a smile grateful to be alive, grateful to be able to move, grateful to have a place to go to, grateful that you have that food on your plate and that money in your wallet, grateful for that humble abode you can rightfully call home and grateful that you have so many loved ones always having your back.
If there’s one thing I want us to remember always in the future is to “revel in the ordinary”.
The simple things are also the most extraordinary, and only the wise can see them.
Nothing lasts forever
This crisis shall pass too.
There will come a day when this is all behind us, where the nightmare will be but a blip in our memory. A memory of a not-so-great time in our lives in our heads. When that time comes, let us remember to enjoy the ordinariness in our predictable routines and make them extraordinary.
”There is magic in the drift and waft of the wind, there is magic in the ebb and flow of the tide.”
All we need to do is believe. Let us remember to find the magic in all the little things in life. After all, every cloud has a silver lining.