Mundane Life

I dislike getting up early in the morning to go to work. It’s not that I dislike work. I dislike drag myself out of my bed when it’s still dark outside and when my eyes refuse to open, especially after having only a few hours of sleep because of watching television till late night. If only work would start a bit later then everything will be fine. Then I wouldn’t have to get up so early, I wouldn’t have to wait my turn to use the bathroom and best of all I wouldn’t have to jerk myself from my warm and comfortable bed.

However the moment I hit the crisp morning air on my way to work, my whole outlook changes. Ah, the cool air is invigorating. Life is wonderful. Work is beautiful will all my colleagues and surroundings.

Come weekends, it’s lovely to sleep late without worrying about getting to work on time. The joy of lying in bed, listening to the activities of living things going about their business is particularly pleasant. The dog barks, the birds sing, my mother makes breakfast and my younger brothers snore away on his bed like nobody’s business. I just close my eyes and do nothing.

However all good things must end and so it’s with lazing in bed. Sooner or later my mother would come and make us get up. It’s time again for the weekly house-cleaning. So much to do every week is not exactly fun. As the saying goes, “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”, mom should consider that we’ve other more interesting things to do and we’d spend time doing them. Life shouldn’t evolve around house chores only.

Grudgingly I’d go through the motions of work and gradually finish the chores by lunch. I always wonder why we must repeat the same chores every week. Can’t we let the grass grow a bit longer, the porch get a little dirtier? How much difference will a little neglect make? Precious little, I suppose.

Nevertheless, kids like me don’t have power and we’ve to listen to the grown-ups. So, much as I dislike these weekly chores, I have to do them. I promise that I’ll not do them when I grow up. And no, I’m not kidding. By then they’ll be done by my children, hopefully.

There are other things that I do not like to do, but there few in number. Most things do have some kind of loveliness in them. Just as the popular song goes “everything is beautiful, in its own way”. There is beauty around us in everything we do. I look at beautiful things and enjoy them. Distasteful things pale by comparison.