Embracing My Mundane

Mundane things bore people. It bores me. When something becomes a part of my schedule, I lose my enthusiasm for it. That's how I stopped posting here. Because I couldn't keep up the quality of my content every single day as I grew more and more uninterested. But then today, I attended an event. A programme organised by the Indian Medical Association to educate the common folk about basic first-aid treatments. During this programme, the doctor explaining it all to us mentioned a fact that I had heard once and not given much thought to. But it stuck with me today. It stuck like gum on shoe soles. It refused to leave my head even as I walked out of that hall.

When the oxygen supply to the brain is cut off, your body will start to shut down in five minutes. Within the next ten to fifteen minutes, you will be rendered a corpse if you're not given proper medical attention.

And I sat there thinking- fifteen minutes.

It is the time I take to drag myself off the bed and into the washroom to brush my teeth and wash my face every single morning.

It is the time I take to put on my shoes and walk to campus, hand-in-hand with my friends, silly jokes and laughter in the air.

It is the time I take to gather the instant coffee packet, my mug and boiling water to make my evening coffee.

How is it possible that I could be dead in fifteen minutes?

Fifteen minutes is too short. Too mundane. Something that passes right by me every single day. Something I let slip past without a second thought. You're telling me that everything that I am- all my hopes and dreams- every forsaken thought in my head- it can all become nothing in fifteen minutes? That I can become nothing? A nobody? A mere memory?!

Isn't that too jarring? Too dismaying?

Mundane it may be, the time I take to wake up, brush my teeth, get to college, grab a cup of coffee- all of it. Mundane it may be, the time I take to write too. But it's all that I get. It's all that I can have. So I'll embrace it. I'll learn to love it. I'll learn to make it worthwhile.

For mundane is all that I am.

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