It’s so late

back at it again… with the routinely after-homework hour.

It’s 3.13am, I just finished doing my physics homework. I took like 7 hours for homework that could have been done in 3 hours. At least I finished it(almost).

Anyways, I was scrolling through instagram again on my phone, looking at posts of beautiful pictures and posts of beautiful people. And then I saw this really special picture with an amazing caption about this girl preparing for her upcoming Adiv tennis matches which really made my day(it’s kind of awkward saying something made your day when it’s 3 and you’re gonna sleep soon but that’s besides the point), and I’m sure it has moved several other people as well.

“Somewhere behind the athlete you’ve become and the hours of practice and the coaches who have pushed you, is a little girl who fell in love with the game and never looked back. Play for her,” the caption reads.

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she’s really pretty too

I trust that I honestly felt a compelling sense of passion, manifested into such a simple instagram picture, and really, it brought so much warmth to my heart. While we are so caught up in doing things, let’s always remind ourselves why we started doing them in the first place. Let’s look back to the roots of our ambitions, rekindle that passion in its initial, most untainted form, and translate it into undying vigour. Not to succeed, but to live life with fervour and gusto.

I read this book about a critique on the invention of time, and to quote,

“There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between sunrises was gone.

Everything man does today to be efficient, to fill the hour? It does not satisfy. It only makes him hungry to do more. Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time.

There’s a reason God limits our days. To make each one precious.”

Maybe, even if just for a moment, we took the competitive element out of sports, out of studies, heck, out of life, we would become happy.  And if we stopped time at that very precious moment, we may just be able to really relish the feeling of genuine fulfillment of being alive, and bathe in the purity and the innocence of existence.

 

 

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