Why is sitting and watching mid day television "so not the
thing to do". What is it in our mania for fulfilling schedules that
doing zilch is so frowned on. Why can't we watch television all day
until we fall asleep in front of the set and then drag ourselves off to bed to dream.
In reality life is just a dream, a mystical series of events over which we have little control.
Throughout our lives like automatons we get up to the alarm clock
and hurry off in our car or on public transport to fulfil someone else's
agenda. Even precious time at home, is scored through with the usual
chores and often we have to walk to someone
else's drum beat.
Even in the latter stages of ones life we are expected to wake up
and fulfil each day with a busy schedule. Cleaning, mowing, feeding, and
only then do we feel that we have achieved our personalised goals which
through years of conditioning, allows us
to feel good about ourselves. Our ownership of our personal space and
the condition it is in often reflects what we want others to think about
us. The big house, the flashy car, even the neat lawn and the colourful flowerbed are all the dance we perform for
others by which we feed our own ego.
Consider this. If, at the behest of others, we spend in our lifetime, 96,000 hours doing stuff demanded by someone else, perhaps spending the time we have left, 29,120 hours doing what ever we please, is fair dinkum.
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