Not some days, we all tend to spend most of the days on autopilot, and that too without even realising it despite carrying out the activities consciously.
I mean, the moment you're getting up from bed, you're grabbing the toothbrush, whipping a meal, having a prayer/ meditation moment, running a bath and more, in no specific order before eventually burying ourselves in school or work activities. So yes, your body and legs are already in motion before the brain gets a second to register it.
And that's something everyone can't just deny. You're guilty of it and so am I... Oppose me if you have the guts. 馃槒
To make it sound fancy, I often dare to convince myself that I'm simply making a mental note to set the tone for the day (but that isn't always true). Otherwise, 24 hours would tick past and I'll look back to see that I haven't done a single thing.
But then, what exactly will happen if we all binge some of our day to day activities on slow motion? Less haste, more attention?
Of course, the world is moving and no one wishes to be left behind. If it's moving, we just have to move along with it but genuinely speaking, a moment of stillness whereby we allow the universe to go on while we do our thing our way happens to reward more than it could ever punish, if only you let it.
Years back, washing the dishes was the only responsibility I had assigned to me at home and you bet it was merely a chore to me. Nothing more, nothing less. I vividly remember grumbling each time I had to do so but I had to do it anyway or I'll have to suffer my mum's wrath.
Overtime, washing the dishes went beyond being just a chore carried out in annoyance and murmurs and transcended into a moment I often look forward to.
Maybe it was the transition that comes from picking a dirty dish and having it sparkling the next second, and equally getting to admire the rack full of fine wares.
Or how each time I spent clearing the sink became a moment to clear my mind as well, thinking about anything, everything and nothing whilst the sounds of the running water and plates gently clattering sounds like a rare music to my ears.
Either way, it's more than just about the dishes and it being a chore as I continue to appreciate the serenity steaming from the least expected place. For the record, ever since the realisation dawned on me, it's been something I engage more often in. Something I find sacred.
Thanks for reading!
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