Sweet nothing.
The deliciousness of doing nothing.
How long is it possible to enjoy doing nothing? Absolutely nothing. A few days? A few hours? A few minutes? In a world so meticulously designed to be constantly doing something, what does doing nothing mean?
When I live life, I try to do things, at all times. Everyone around me is always doing things too. Its a perpetual flux. We must never be idle. It’s a sin. An unforgivable sin.
One can ask — what is it us humans really seek out of this constant cycle of emotion depraved productivity? Some kind of self-realization? Emancipation? Happiness? I want you to know that I am not talking about the desire to become good at something here. What I’m interested in is the hyper-productive culture of attaining a kind of elevated state of mind, to get somewhere in life although most humans will agree happiness is fairly simple to achieve and highly ephemeral.
What about nothingness scares us then?
There seems to be a haunting delusion amongst our species, a giant self-importance, a cunning quality to go against the universe itself, to achieve many goals, to forget everything happiness encapsulates, to deliberately ignore the calm and serene side of life.
I found myself in India last year in October for 22 days. I had nothing to do, no plans, no itineraries, no goals…
