Survival

 

Gulping down breakfast. Catching the bus just in time. Checking out what friends, sports-persons, and politicians are up to. Opining until I get agitated. Finding motivation to work (and go to work) from traffic jams and the faces of the people that made them, all eager to start a good day. Beginning work on a high – picking from where I left the previous day but with greater energy and a clearer mind. Running into fresh problems. Devising solutions. Talking to colleagues. Tidying up my thinking. Drinking water. Writing and editing. Lectures. Meetings and more meetings. Two or three glucose shots that go by the names of lunch and snacks. Excitement during the last hour and disappointment after it. Exhaustion. Exercise and the positive vibes. Slow and chatty dinners. Internet. Hitting the bed after eyes burn and sense shuts down.

This is me on autopilot. This is Survival. It is not before long that motivation to jump-start the next day crumbles, and charging and discharging the mind and body cyclically looks like the most perverse way to live.

Only good books, good movies, and good friends can save me. Can I ever be grateful enough for all they have done?

[Response to the Daily Prompt: Survival.]

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