Recently I had suffered a great setback. Without going into details, which I shall refrain from as they are of little interest to others, it is enough to say here that I was near breaking point. And for a various mix of things over which I had little control.
Fortunately, an unplanned twist of events suddenly found me plucked, as it were from the very eye of the storm that was tossing me around, and I found myself in a tranquil, quiet spot, far from all the noise and chaos that was tearing me apart.
At first the angst of all that I had left behind as part of unfinished jobs, untended chores et al kept haunting me in my dreams (read nightmares) and I lay up nights tossing in bed.But after the first week things started to quieten down.
The days pass in idle langour. My cell phone has been deliberately kept switched off. I do not open my e-mails anymore. I don't even sit before news channels on the TV or even pick up the daily newspapers.
I am deliberately doing all this in order to cultivate a disconnect with the world that has been so troublesome to me lately. I just eat, sleep, read books that I have always longed to have the time to read, take long walks along empty stretches and breathe in the sharp, clean air that is so not there in the noisy and hellish metropolis I've just left back for a little respite.
I am leading an extremely idle life, not necessarily an ideal one. But for me, wounded as I've been of late, I find that over the last week I am healing from inside out. I sorely need this to happen. Another couple of weeks of this therapy and I think I shall be healed enough to go back to where I came from.
Idleness then can be a cure.
