Random messages that make you more alive to the moment.
Strangers that make you burst into a smile.
Sundry notes that make you breeze through a terribly blue day.
How many of us allow these instances to be a part of our mundane living? More often than not, it is blasphemous to even consider responding/accepting/encouraging these tokens that transforms humdrum boring life into a spark.
Perhaps we are past that age of innocence where everything was fascinating, where life in all its colors was worth an exploration, where you took time to appreciate your environs.
Guilt seems to the predominant motif we thrive in..guilt for not achieving as much as X,Y,Z; guilt for not earning enough money; guilt for not doing enough, choose your poison – corporate life or life per se, your folks, your friends, your pets and the list is endless.
This fascinating experiment by the Washington Post demonstrates this. Though the article is rather lengthy it is a telling read about our self-absorption, our narcissism and self-involvement. Don’t we have time anymore?
Are we all a one-trick pony?