interlude

I missed work last Sat because I had a slight hangover. I slept it off and when I woke up afterwards I realized that I have nothing to do. I racked my brain for some appointments and found none. I thought of making plans, going out, watch a movie, obtain another hang over, slay some dragons, turn water into wine but in the end I ended up doing nothing. In the accounting of your time on earth, these times may appear as gaps, empty spaces …worthless. I’d like to call these pauses…lulls.. interludes(not the one in Cabaguio ). Some people when confronted with interludes may be bothered with doing nothing because they are allergic to boredom and measure their worth with the amount of things they do. But I don’t.

I realized that doing nothing is an activity in itself. I realized that these moments provide you with a sense of awareness of yourself of the "i". And I’m not talking about meditation or doing some stuff to bring your soul to a state of Nirvana. I just mean, simply staring out into space. Letting your thoughts flow without interruption or reflection.   Just being aware that there is this free time in your life. That there is a time. A life. And most importantly that there is a you.

Author’s Note:

If I’m still not making much sense blame it on the hangover of the hangover. I just realized that I must be fascinated with time coz i blogged about it before.