The seven-letter word that can turn a world upside down
While growing up at home, the parents control you; whether for your own good, or for worse – that’s debatable.
While you are at the house of learning, your teacher / guru controls you; now whether (s)he is right or wrong – that’s debatable.
When you choose to become independent, your employer controls you. Under the safeguarding umbrella of business etiquettes, they decide your work timings, and they tell you what to and how to dress while at work. And why, they even impose millions of regulations in the name of government (ironically, in the ideal world it’s called democracy), taxes, customs and import duties. (Oops, I forgot hidden expenses.)
Whatever happened to terms as motivation, drive, inspiration, and all the ‘self’-inflicting adjectives? Do their meanings exist no more? Well, aside from the prints inscribed in the small somethings issued by the humungous press factories
Everyone follows something that may take them off the hook of the Circle of Control and instead, let them control their lives; the much simpler things as swimming, playing, dancing in the rains, doing movies, cooking. Something that gives meaning to their existence (the meanings of which clearly, the press factories fail to capture). Moments when they can claim to haven taken control of their lives, even so for the quarter of an hour.
Has following trends, researching enough to keep up with businesses, and competition become that important, that there simply exists no more time to be dedicated to oneself? The concept seems long gone. Why isn’t the fact of enjoying oneself done more often?
Or, am I just being an old-school here and these are indeed the newer ways to enjoy one’s time-off(s)?
Stress and anxiety leading to health issues are the new norms that not only sound alien today, rather one is reprimanded of the fact of not being ‘professional’ enough. These are restricted within oneself merely existing as one’s vibes, while on the outside, nobody cares what happened to the next person. There maybe a second worth of pondering and yeah, we move on.
There is just no time and I am simply too busy for all this seemingly namby-pamby stuff – doesn’t this indicate a drastic change in the priorities? What are we controlled by here?
But then, the cost of enjoying oneself and taking the time off isn’t free either. The bottomline – money controls us.
At this point, there are those who I feel must be given full credits for jumping the norms and designing their own path. They lay out theirs, and for all the ups and downs, and the successes and the failures, they are credited of their own accord and not because someone handed it to them on a silver spoon.
As an exception to any of the preset rules of the thumb, there are and will always be those who may abscond from home at a young age. There will be those who will bunk school to draw out their own way. And then there will be those, who may not apply for a job in a reputed MNC, rather choose to struggle days and nights creating a job to suit not only their skill-sets, but also in a manner that they lay the ground rules. It’s their way or the highway.
Such exceptions bear the control of the much superficial terms, fate and destiny. What comes out of them at the end – that’s debatable.