It’s a pleasant morning and writing to the strains of Anoushka Shankar’s Bairagi I feel like one myself! It’s sometimes exhilarating to find those few moments to yourself faraway from the staring, judging world. People always looking to see if you measure up to their (intellectual?) standards and (physical ;)) statistics!
I don’t ‘fit in’ to the humdrum at all. After the day’s manic pace with phone calls every 10 minutes, explanations and presentations by the dozen, silly pointless meetings and socializing, panicking over deadlines, sucking up to people who you couldn’t care two hoots about otherwise (just a few of the things you need to do to survive in the corporate scenario!). Sometimes just a few hours of silence, solitude and being with yourself doing what you truly enjoy doing does more for your being than you can ever fathom!
I’ve discovered, it’s truly BLISS – and I love it this way!
O SOLITUDE! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,-
Nature’s observatory - whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
’Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the deer’s swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
But though I’ll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin’d,
Is my soul’s pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
John Keats
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