A Sunrise That Reminded Me - It's Okay to Slow Down

Here is something - usually, I am the type who chases sunrises like some sort of over-caffenated Yogi. I have sat on Marina's sandy stretch, caught the light sow in Kanyakumari, and even soaked it all in from the Andamans. Every single time, it is been the wild, heart thumping "wow" moment burned into my memory. 

But then there was this one morning. Nothing fancy, no grand plans. Just woke up stupidly early - like, "Why am I even conscious right now?" early. The house was dead quiet, which never happens, except for the occassional car horn grumbling somewhere out on the main road. Honestly, I thought, "Well, this is peak auditing. Awake while every one else is still drooling on the pillows"

And then it hit me. I could not remember the last time I did just sat on my balcony with my coffee. Not rushed, not multitasking, just.... chilling. So I brewed my filter coffee (none of that mug nonsense - if it is not in a davara tumbler, is it even coffee?) and plopped myself in my favourite spot. The whole place smelled like heaven - coffee and the garden's flowers fighting for attention. 

I just sat there, breathing, zoming out at the sky. It was pitch dark at first, the sort of grey then everything started exploding into those sunrise colours- deep reds, oranges, the works. Birds started a full-on concert, traffic got louder, but my eyes were glued to the sky, half aftraid if I blink  I would miss something. 

And suddenly, I realized I had been missing this. Not just the sunrise, but you know life. I had been on autopilot - wake up grind, crash, repeat. Always in a hurry, always chasing something. Somewhere along the way, I would convince myself that slowing down was some luxury I had not earned yet. Like, who told us we had to be Olympic-level busy all the time?

 But that morning, it just clicked - may be it is okay to hit pause. May be not every day's got to be productive or jam-packed. You don't get a trophy for running yourself ragged. Healing, clearly, peace? They sneak up on you when you finally stop spinning and just ... exist for a second. 

That sunrise handed me something I did not even realize I needed permission to slow me the hell down.

And look, I am not some zen master now, but ever since I have tried to be a bit kinder to myself. Some days I still don't get everything done. Big whoop. Rest is not some gold star you earn for suffering. It is more like the beat that keep everything else in rhythm.

So yeah, shoutout to that random, quiet sunrise for smacking some sense, into me. What about you? Ever get slapped awake by something ordinary and realize you have been missing the point? Drop your sotry - I would love to hear it. 

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