THE PROBLEM:
After all
the hard day’s work, most of us dream to sit on the comfy couch placed on far
corner of the house, with a cup of steaming tea/ coffee/ hot chocolate and
maybe a book to go with. This ‘me time’ is a heavenly bliss for every person
who drives oneself crazy the entire day working their butts off in the office/
kitchens/ running after kids. Oh! This peace and solitude seems far too
delicious when we imagine ourselves soaking in it. How we wish an eternity of
such beautiful moments!
Let me
divulge you in a secret. This is the epidemic I’m talking about in this blog.
The so-called ‘dreamy place’ would suddenly turn into a hell-hound when our
imagination takes a ten- year leap. Let’s start all over again. This time we
may take the liberty to place ourselves in our fifties and sit on the same
couch placed in the lonely corner of the house and try to convince ourselves
that the ‘me time’ took a longer turn. Not so tempting now, is it?
I’ve met a
lot of people who are facing the so-called mid-life crisis that’s plainly
indicative of their fears surfacing due to the loneliness they feel. Most part
of their lives they’ve worked like mules, never getting enough time to seek any
hobby or something to boost their creativity or built a sound relation with a
true companion. Simply taking everything for granted except work. It’s a
popular presumption that when we have lot money, we can buy anything to please
ourselves.
People work for comforts, money, house and
status. But when they achieve it all, they try seeking the next venture. But
oops! Nobody bothered to peek at the clock. It’s almost mid-fifties! Do we
still have that much time in our hands to do something else? With all the
cholesterol and diabetes thriving inside our bodies along with other
imbalances, can we really reinvest our exhausted brains into yet another
venture?
With these
questionable realities, almost 80% of people give up and convince themselves
that they’re now retired. Then they turn back expecting their families to
entertain their boredom. Oops again! We forgot the clock yet another time. The
parents have grown older and are more like kids than our once mature
councilors. And our kids, on the other hand, have grown older and expect us to
treat them like parents. It’s like Alice looking through the mirror!
The world
that we once built is upside down now. We yearn to be with those we created so
that they become the crutches of our old age. But sadly, they are helpless with
the lack of time as they are following the same regime that we once chose for
ourselves. Then we look for our spouse, (keeping in mind the current divorce
rates and low human tolerance levels) who had probably in 25% cases lost
interest in us years ago and separated their paths. Our siblings have nothing
to help us (maybe it had skipped our minds countless times to invite them to
our family get-togethers). Friends don’t remember us. Obviously, they are
playing their individual parts in their respective struggles.
Gosh! We must now follow the path of the Great Gatsby and organize affluent parties for our past acquaintances to come attend and spend some quality time with us. But the question arises, was Jay Gatsby spared by loneliness? Absolutely not.
(To be continued...)
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