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Small Pleasures

The highlights of our lives are so petty. Some say life is made of small pleasures. Indeed, I say.

While being educated and going to school, things that seemed important were indeed so. They were big things. Examinations every year determined your future, your schooling, and thus in effect your friends and family. There were pleasures out of birthdays and parties, but definitely everything paled in front of major events like half yearly and annual examinations, annual vacations (holidays of a day or two didn't count) etc. It was the Big Things in life that mattered - whether you likes Science or Arts. Whether you'd prefer to be a Doctor or an Engineer.

As we grew older, priiorities seem to have shifted. We seem to have become more innocent. The smaller things in life have become more important. Annual performance reviews are important but seem to be just another annual event. Whereas a longer weekend or an unexpected day off, a dinner out with close friends somehow become so very important. Sometimes even more important than the life changing job shift.

The excitement of having watched a good movie with great company over the weekend can eclipse a whole two bad days at work. A new desk or co worker can occupy one for weeks. A new boss - months!
Compare that to childhood - a new teacher was interesting only as long as that first class of introductions. A new table and chair in class entertaining till the lunch break at most, and weekend activities expired by the time the morning pre-school chit-chat of bus ended.

The value of a birthday cake was never felt like the one given to you when you are 25. Or when you are 53.

Our grandparents thought more about the afternoon meal that we can ever imagine. An evening out without a stomach upset could mean joy to them for a full day - or more. Perhaps more than those diamonds you gifted on that evening out.

The more we know life, the more we value the smaller pleasures of living.
As we get more jaded, more innocent we become.

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rexzilla
18th Dec, 2007 05:36 (UTC)
There's a big diff. between the stages
The thing being that post education, we have more or less 'arrived'. We've decided the direction our career is gonna take, and just have to make incremental steps towards it-unless one decides to do a total rethink.
Back when one was studyin for 12th, or say, the CAT, it was a sink or swim situation. 'What if I dont do well? wat will i do if i don't get into $COLLEGE_OF_CHOICE?'
Why not rewind further..for a rugrat, just being able to stand up and take 2 steps would be a huge achievement!!
So yup..now the big things are out of the way, we can have time to stop n smell the roses ^^
dippyblogs
19th Dec, 2007 07:46 (UTC)
Re: There's a big diff. between the stages
Yup. But i was rather enamoured by the idea that we are innocent as we grow older rather than the general cry of childhood innocence.

BTW - does the rugrat even care?!
rexzilla
19th Dec, 2007 08:08 (UTC)
Re: There's a big diff. between the stages
well..i just seen little kiddies* all delighted n happy to be able to get up and stumble across the room :)

*viz. my sister ^^
(Anonymous)
26th Dec, 2007 10:22 (UTC)
Completely agree. And as we grow old, and the responsibilities increase, the opportunity to indulge in things we once liked or did are so few. Even little things like going to a fair remind me of my carefree childhood days and knowing that such opportunities come once in a while; I tend to make the best out of them.

And now a days, things like seeing a the maid coming everyday and doing the chores seems like an occasion worth celebrating ;)

M
dippyblogs
26th Dec, 2007 10:24 (UTC)
Tell me about maids and cooks. My cook has run away - its only logical your maid will not return.

And that makes me happy. Small pleasures indeed.

And yeah - i maintain that my dinner can be the talking point for many many days - till I cook the next!
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