It has been quite more than two weeks since my last post, and seeing as that one was weird, I was a bit intimidated by the thought of writing here again. But, no matter. Writing is one of the most joyful things that occupy my time, so, I am back!
Okay, this post is going to be about the stuff named in the title. Lately, I’ve been feeling a lot of negative emotions: guilt, because I wasn’t finding enough time to write my novel during the weekdays; physically bloated, due to all the junk I was consuming to overcome the aforementioned guilt; stressed, due to some work deadlines. And I realised, I was betraying one of my most basic characteristics. As a rule, I am a sunny person, who loves the happiness in the smallest of actions.
(Seriously, if you were my soulmate, all I would want from you is a simple ‘I love you’ a few times in the day. Chuck that diamond ring in the garbage can.)
So, naturally, I was flabbergasted when I realised this. This post is going to be a wake up call to myself.
- Happiness is Mom calling you at 6 in the morning to wake you up (followed by one of your best friends at 6:15)
- Happiness is rubbing your chilled hands together in the cold when you go for jogging in the park
- Happiness is the view of the rising sun as you finish one lap
- Happiness is the wind whipping across your face as you drive back home, all sweaty from the jog
- Happiness is singing along with the track when you chop the vegetables
- Happiness is lighting the lamp for Krishna every morning
- Happiness is catching up on your reading during lunch break
- Happiness is giggling when Mom and Dad video-call you
- Happiness is spending ten minutes with your protagonists (even if they don’t progress much in that little time)
- Happiness is ranting to your best friend about the unruly characters in your book
- Happiness is smiling for no reason just because you felt like it
- Happiness is scrolling through your Facebook news feed trying to fall asleep
See, what I mean? Everything one does as a part of an everyday routine is for some reasons. The deepest, most profound of them being that they make you happy. Somehow we have learnt to forget this most important one and would rather focus on how each activity is a burden on ourselves.
We worry about wasting time cooking when we could eat at the office canteen. We get irritated when we slug through our morning walk, slightly sleep-deprived, in the winter cold. We complain about not finding time for ourselves.
But, you know what? These things you struggle to make yourself do everyday? They are in your routine because you know they’re right. And if they’re right, they make a small part of you happy. And if you are dumb enough to ignore that small satisfaction or blind enough to not see it, this is your wake up call.
Be happy, be content. Love the things you do.