Slow
“You’re good….don’t screw it up just because you’re miserable.”
- Dr. House
Complete degeneration can be a bit laudable, because then it would mean complete regeneration. Complete hypocrisy is equally good, because then one is not morally accounted for the lies. What is not good and laudable is something in between.
As a human, I suffer through pain, hate, love, fear, anger, peace, horror and what not. The problem is when I stop suffering through all the above. Mind shuts down, body is slack. I know eating marsh mellows is more convenient because they smell better than the acridity of extreme emotions. Wild thoughts become remotely repugnant, since even thinking about them causes close inconvenience. Adventure is locked up in closet with the thought that it takes up too much of energy. And the only way to fill intervals between two extremely mild activities is morsels of marsh mellow aforementioned. Marsh mellows need not be home cooked since now they are very conveniently available in packets. This is what is called ‘lethargy’.
These are days when in all capacities of being sluggish, habits change. One knows one has to address the issue of ‘globalization’, read economy, get healthy by running a lot, systematize life if it is not; but it hardly matters. Anyway we read that systems fail in time. Say the biological system of human body- it ultimately fails in the form of death of the person. What does not die is the person’s ‘soul’. I think this is what a slug does- he is busy searching his soul. It must take a lot of time. Mind you, it is not an empty mind with a devil’s workshop. It can’t possibly be because then devil can very well do a lot of obnoxious stuff with no extremities. No….it’s more of a soul searching with soft marsh mellows. The entire world can wait but soul searching cannot. It’s as important as getting good recommendation for a job interview and marsh mellows help doing that.
All this soul searching is done anywhere- in the bed, while slowly brushing teeth, while slowly taking bath, while slowly putting on clothes, while slowly chewing on breakfast. It is also done in certitude of ‘lost desires’. It is a process of slowly renouncing these desires. The hungry love is refused, passion is refused any space and the stardom is rejected. Only mild dissatisfaction is shared with others around. In a way, restlessness is dealt with peace. The thought of going out and eating in a place called ‘Hungry Eyes’ is non-existent. The thought of going to an ‘Amusement Park’ is not an option. ‘Hard Rock Café’ is even worse. So is ‘Multiplex’ and ‘Traffic Park’. There are no places with less extreme names and slow gravity. And that’s how a bed becomes the most convenient place for living a life with content. Of course there are these occasional things like one should not avoid- like bathrooms, towels and toothpaste. But once in a while, one can take a peek out of the window not too far away from the bed, have a look at life around and realize that bed is not the only place to have marsh mellows; there are things and places to be shared, people to be dealt with and some meaningful work to be done. One can always do that in slow steps.
