Translation: A love letter to the day.
This poem by Ravish Kumar reminded me of those rare moments when I realise that life is not a hustle by default and maybe doesn't need to be one at all.
Sometimes when I take a break from constantly scuttling between tasks and look out of the window, I notice that the day is not in a rush like I am. It follows its fixed schedule—starts in the morning and ends at night. Always. And without any care about what I am trying to do. In this moment, I am reminded that this rush to do more quickly and the associated anxiety of upcoming deadlines are all in my head. The day, the world and nature are much bigger forces than me and they seem to be doing just fine at their slower pace. I should be fine too.