2010
The Art of Doing Nothing
Let me take a quick breather. I breathe in. I breathe out. I promised myself after my Zen Buddhism class that I would never let life dictate the way I live it. But sadly, I failed even at this. I agree in letting life consume oneself, overwhelm one with sensation and experiences to truly live it to the fullest and yet there is a very thin line between this and just losing control.
Dolce van Niente. The sweetness of doing nothing. In a more oriental setting, the art of doing nothing. It basically involves a lot of mediation and clarity. It rests ones mind. A mind without rest is very similar to a person without it. Sooner or later we make mistakes. Whether it be mistakes of omission or judgement, they are mistakes nonetheless.
It may sound easy but it actually is quite hard. Meditation is what it is usually called but more than that it involves a sense of letting go. A certain detachment from the world.
I have failed.
I am invigorated with life and work. Work and life, the line between them is quite blurred already. I do not know when my life ends and work starts. They are as intertwined as a DNA helix.
Is this really healthy?
A lot of people would disagree. I also am starting to recognize the merits of this arguments. For the past 2-3 months I have been waking up at 3AM and 6 AM respectively, cold sweats and all, completely wide awake, stressing about work. I do not know what exactly are triggering these tremors, but they definitely are a reality.
I hope it ends soon. Whatever is triggering it is not really good already.
