Tuesday, 19 June 2012

Where did all the time go?

Monday: Class in the morning, study all day long, come home at night, sleep.
Tuesday: Test in the morning, chores around the house, night shift at work.
Wednesday: Class in the morning, running errands, work.
Thursday: Study, study, go to class, come back home all tired.
Friday: Class in morning, work in the evening.

Saturday: Work.
Sunday: Work.

This is a schedule of my week. Seems too hectic? This is normal to me. I have friends who probably have it worse than me. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure people around the world have daily routines that look more or less like this.

And somehow this got me thinking: since when did work, career, grades, success get so much more important?

We all learn as kids that "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." Yet in today's world, it is almost mostly about more work and less play. The more the world progresses, the harder life becomes. It starts at a young age, when kids are under the pressure of getting good grades, mixing perfectly with their peers, keeping up with everyone else, and this pressure then carries on to adulthood, where bigger things such earning degrees, doing internships, handling jobs come foremost.

Not that they are not needed. I agree intently, they are much needed. But somewhere along the way, we start losing the innocence and joy. We start taking people for granted. But that is not how it should be.

Work and such things keeps us so busy that we forget to make time for ourselves. We keep postponing outings with friends and family because we are so busy. I personally can tell you about how I have not seen at least 3 of my friend's faces for probably the last two months because work and study kept me busy, and we live in the same city and attend the same universities! Just thinking about this saddens me. I feel guilty when I realize that it has been 9 days since my father has come to visit us and I don't feel I have spent enough time with him, all because I had work and school. I feel guilty.

Life has become so technical and wired that we often forget that we need to unwind a little, put that phone down, maybe smell the flowers once in a while. But that hardly happens. When one thing is done, we automatically move on to the next mundane task. But what about excitement? What happened to giggling till our tummies hurt and frolicking around? Don't they matter anymore?

We only have one life. Just one. Once we enter that grave, there's no coming back. We can't hit the rewind button, nor can we start over. Shouldn't we spend this one life we have celebrating it with people and loving them?


  1. "Shouldn't we spend this one life we have celebrating it with people and loving them?" - is it that conservative? or it is something like- "Shouldn't we spend this one life we have celebrating it and doing whatever makes us feeling good?"

    1. Well, what you wrote is also obviously true, but I did mean what I said. I felt like often we are so busy with other stuffs we tend to forget about loving people and caring for them. That's all. It was just a thought.

    2. Yea, I understand. It was just a question landed over my mind out of nowhere.