Take a look around you. Everyone is running. Running after something or the other. Running to reach someplace. Running to catch a train. Running to make a meeting. Running to make end meet. Running to stay ahead of the others. Running after time. Everyone seems to have something to run after. Something that they aspire for. Something that they dream about. Something that they want to own. To possess. Whether it is at work or at home. And they end up spending their entire lives running, without ever having the joy of enjoying what they have attained through all this running. The time for enjoying is always tomorrow. Yet, tomorrow never seems to come. And one day it is all over. You lie on your deathbed, looking back at your life, and the process of running starts all over again. What could have been done. What should have been done. What needed to be done. All the missed opportunities. Now gone forever. And you close your eyes to eternal sleep.
Let us step back for a while and ask ourselves what is
the purpose of all this running, when on that final moment of reckoning, all
you have is you and your memories. Can the memories be of joy and happiness of
a life well lived, or does it have to be about the things that could have been.
I once read somewhere “No one on his deathbed ever said, I wish I had spent
more time in the office.” So true. Yet, every waking moment of our lives we run
after that elusive pot of gold at the rainbow. We run after that mirage in the
horizon. We are always on the lookout for that turn in the road of our lives
which will change our fortunes forever. And yet, when we finally do take that
turn, there emerges ahead of us yet another turn, yet another rainbow, yet
another mirage. And the chase continues. We continue to run till we fall.
Why can’t we gift ourselves the luxury of leisure? Why
can’t we decide to take possession of that luxury called time? Is it decadence
that allows us that luxury? Is it only people who do not have to think about
what tomorrow entails who can have the luxury of leisure. Without a care in the
world, without the eternal running endemic to humankind? Do people look at
those with time on their hands, enjoying the luxury of leisure as fortunate
human beings who do not have to work for a living? Maybe yes. But when you come
down to think of it, how much of our lives are spent in keeping up with the
person next door? Why do we have to compare ourselves with someone else? And
why does all equations have to be drawn against the equaliser of material
possessions? Isn’t that what we try to do when we are running? Get a better
job, a higher salary, a bigger car, a four bedroom house, china and silver on
the table? Why does it have to be that? Why can’t we be happy to live the life
that we want to? Maybe because we have forgotten what we want out of life.
Maybe we never knew what life has to offer. Maybe we are so conditioned to grow
up, get educated, get employed, make money and teach our children to do the
same. Why can’t we step back for once and gift ourselves the luxury of leisure?
Is it so difficult to possess leisure? No, it is not. Not
when you really get down to it. What does one need to lead a happy and contended
life? Not much, to be honest. Three square meals a day, a roof over our heads, clothes
on our backs and the wind in our faces. Why should we consider ourselves happy
only if we have the big television and a fancy cellphone and a sparkling sedan
parked outside? We will not take any of that away with us when we make out
final journey. On that day if we can ride the wagon with a smile on our faces
and no regrets in our hearts, is the proof of a fulfilled life.
I would love to go back to sustenance living. Grow what
you can eat, build a home with your own hands, as big as your needs, breathe
the fresh clean air away from the dust and grime and fumes of the city, never
have anyone to compete with, just have family around you to love and to
cherish. That is my dream. I want to stop running and give myself the luxury of
leisure.