I’M HAVING THE BEST TIME!
jiveny | January 11, 2010Really.
I have finally realized how much of the life I was living was dictated by other people’s stories. The stories that make up society’s constructions, our means of measuring “reasonable behaviour”. I also realised how we were led, so easily to stop listening to our bodies, to our soul, to our self as a whole and instead follow this code of behaviour blindly.
Time.
We have identified a “correct time” for everything in our daily lives. A time to wake, a time to eat, a time to drink alcohol, a time to work, a time to play, a time to sleep, a time to party…and the list goes on.
I, like many others, had fallen into the trap of living by the clock – rather, than listening to my body.
I would tell myself what it was time for and what it was not time for, ignoring, what my true self desired. I lost touch of how my body was feeling, and the ability to read what my body wanted to tell me. I would eat when I was not hungry, simply because ‘it was time for lunch’, sleep when I was not tired because “it was late”, and party when what I needed most was to rest.
It is living like this – out of touch – that leads us to become confused and then frustrated.
Confused because we give our body ‘something good’ but often not what it is asking for. And then frustrated when we do not feel satisfied because we do not know what it is we want.
I woke up this morning and decided to be different. To change. I did not get out of bed soon after waking to have breakfast; I wasn’t hungry. Instead I decided to read. Then to write. Then to shower. I forced myself to stay with the present moment. Do one thing at a time. And I enjoyed it a hell of a lot more than ever. When I did get hungry consequently around 1pm, I made myself something good and ate it. In peace, doing nothing else. Feeling happy, alive and satisfied I asked myself “So what do I want to do next?”
I’m at Lake Tahoe at the moment. There’s snow on the streets, something so simple yet taken for granted in this neck of the woods. I went for a walk through the trees with my brother, and despite not wearing the right clothing or the consequences that could be, I allowed myself to freely fall back into it’s soft mass. We made snow angels, laughing our heads off like little kids again. When the laughter subsided we were left looking at the vast blue sky. Breathing in and out, long and deep. It was a moment of joy; when you realize this is what it is to be living.

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