Today morning when I got up, while turning the curtains on, a thought of ordinariness struck my head.These days have helped me knit the best ‘what if’ stories of my life because they were built on the concrete of my ‘what is’ tales.
I realized that today was so much of an ordinary day.
Such ordinary that it has absolutely no significance in the
history of future of the numerous days I have lived or am going to live. It was
such a 'nobody' day that would ever record itself in the history. Its
insignificance would get lost between the crowd of the count of ‘365 days an
year’.
It was so average that in no way it affected my life. Even if I
tried writing a remark on this day, I would not have much to remember about even its unimportance.
I would never remember getting up the way I did because there was
nothing exceptional about it. I’d tuck in the same set of shirts and pass
through same streets smelling the same fish across the same wet market, do
similar uninteresting work and be back, struggle to sleep and get up next
morning to repeat the same circle.
And that I had become so much used to this ordinariness that I had
started to underestimate it to the level of its non-recognition.
I started to think of such usual days of the past that I have
lived, forgotten, been reminded of, forgotten again and moved on.
I would remember them only if I tagged them as ‘first day’ or ‘the
last day’, or ‘best day/ worst day’ but hardly ever remembered any of them as an
‘average day’.
And then I realized that I have been wrong about them. They have
been the non-glamorous back office guys, with no hunger for recognition, who
had been continuously at work to carve the present Me.
They are the minute pixels of the canvas that painted my life.
Coloration and discoloration included.
These days were like phrases. So important if they were a part of
the story and so meaningless if I tried assessing them individually.
They were so significant because they have helped me assess the
relevance of the decisions I made and the paths I chose. And more importantly,
the routes I didn’t. They help me knit the best ‘what if’ stories of my life
because they were built on the concrete of my ‘what is’ tales.
If I look back, I don’t see any day that I have lived in any way qualifying
to be insignificant, not because it has been a part of my life but because it
has been an important part of it.
Bringing people into the here-and-now. The real universe. That's the present moment. The past is no good to us. The future is full of anxiety. Only the present is real--the here-and-now. Seize the day
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