What do we make of life if not the daily progression of time? What do we consider life if not the routine tasks we engage in?
Arranging the bed while rubbing the remnants of sleep from our eyes and savoring a strong cup of coffee. It’s the start of another day, retrieving the newspaper from the doorstep. The milkman and domestic workers swiftly coming and going.
Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and planning meals for the upcoming days. The ebb and flow of waste, both from our home and our thoughts. The sound of the pressure cooker whistling and the washing machine humming, along with the act of watering the plants.
Engaging in exercise, enjoying a warm bath, the daily rituals, and a multitude of small tasks. A touch of social interaction, though sometimes reluctantly. An afternoon snooze, a leisurely evening walk, or a hundred steps post-dinner. Binge-watching series or binge-reading (a rarity these days).
As dusk falls, gazing at the sky, and observing cows pass from the vantage of a tenth-floor balcony.
What do we make of life if not the daily progression of time? What do we consider life if not the routine tasks we engage in?