Just
back from a one week bliss-filled holiday to Goa. To the sweat and grind and
glamour of the city.
It
seems to me that we’re so used to an over-active, hyper-charged life that when
we are faced with a day with no agenda and no artificial means of losing time,
we sort of draw a blank… sitting at the beach watching the waves flap backward
and forward, I was conscious of myself thinking about n number of things that
didn’t need my immediate attention. Sometimes I would flip out my phone and
take pictures, sometimes check random emails, basically twitch and turn mentally
as well as physically as if being still was something very new to me and I couldn’t
quite adjust myself to it. I wanted so much to just relax, just “feel” at rest,
but the pressure to feel relaxed seemed to be making it even more difficult...
creating a goal where the idea was to have none…
It’s
funny how just absorbing nature makes you see things in a completely different
perspective. In the one week, we saw different people come and go at the beach.
And it made me think how we all come and go in this short existence on earth.
How some of us enjoy our brief stay, play in the water, make our castles in the
sand, and then leave. Some have a much longer time to spend, sit at the side-lines
or jog along outpacing the other strollers. Some take huge risks and may get
lost in the waves prematurely or may be cautious and still get blown away by
the wrath of the sea. The one truth is that one day we must go. Funny how we know
this truth so well, and yet how easy it is to forget in our regular life where
little things assume significance, and how watching the big never-ending sea,
it hits you.
The
question that I left with… what is the best way to spend your time at the beach
before it’s time to go?
posted by Sylvia D'souza at 5:03 pm
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