A Day Of Purposelessness.

There are days which we allow to pass by just like that. We refuse to make it full of purpose and action. We set aside all our ideas of right and wrong doings, of good manners and ill manners and of what looks good to others. We may choose not to comb our hair, not to clean our room and sometimes even not to take a bath. We may choose to just sit by the fire, watch it take different forms, dancing along with the wind. We may choose to watch the rain, or turn the pages of an old album listening to the downpour. We may just sit on the floor all day long, with an old book in our hands and scribbling down as we read. It might be the book we read years ago but still, it would feel great. We might even read our journal, smiling at the life we have lived and gasping then and there at the numerous follies we have made.  We allow ourselves this purposelessness once in a while just to check what matters still. There are things we left halfway, there are emotions we didn’t take to our heart completely and there are people who almost left, but didn’t. The days of purposelessness are for them; these things, these emotions and these people. What we do with them might be just to have a black coffee in their memory, but these days bring a certain clarity to life. We slow down a bit to take a look at this life and smile. Sometimes we don’t  recognize the relevance of a day spend doing nothing, for society has tailored it into our skin that life is supposed to be full of things or full of action. But life doesn’t ask for either of  these actually; but it demands a certain level of acceptance from our part. And only when we experience life in complete acceptance can we know the celebration of being alive. Certainly, there is music in the fall of a leaf and magic in the flowering of a plant. There is an entire universe in our sight when the night falls. And there are million good things happening around silently; when the rain touches the earth, even she beams in joy. And to appreciate these simple things, to experience these tiny little happenings we need to gift ourselves a day of purposelessness once in a while. For otherwise, we are too busy with life and living.

Love,

Lakshmy.