I was in the office lift going down from the cafeteria to my floor after having lunch. My friend accompanied me, with whom I usually have lunch. It was a busy day and a lot of work still remained pending for us.
Even while eating we discussed what work remained to be done, what more was coming up next week and so on. All of it continued until we entered the lift and door got closed.
Quiet as the lifts are, I simply looked up and stared at the ceiling of the lift as it started to move down slowly. The ceiling had around eight square shaped, equally distanced lights that would make one feel as if they were standing under a spotlight. My vision went from there to the LED lights that glowed all the way to tell us that we were going down towards 3rd floor.
A sudden realization dawned upon me. As the lift would reach the floor and the doors would open, everything would be the same. We would be working, working and just working until the day gets over.
The break felt as if made so that we could curb our hunger and that it wouldn’t hinder with our work. Those spotlights seemed to stop the time for a while and in that minuscule second I was intimidated by this very thought. There was a steel door that separated the present from the future.
A question came up to my mind almost suddenly,
Are we earning money to be happy or are we happy to be earning money? Which of these was actually true? Either way are we really happy?
Every day is the same, the monotonous routines, the usual getting up and getting dressed, going to office, working and coming back, sleep and again wake up to repeat it all over again.
The lift doors were still shut for few seconds, though it had already reached its destination. And believe me I didn’t want it to open up. I wanted it to stay like that, like a wall between my present and future so that I could contemplate on what I am doing. I wanted the time to halt, so that I could just live my present completely and not superficially as a worker.
The doors opened and I saw people pouring in, carrying their tiffin boxes and discussing work. Soon I realized it is the same with everyone and that a journey down the lift wouldn’t bother people to think about their past and future anyway.
I stepped out of the lift and yet again departed from that void that tells me again and again that after all work isn’t worship. There is life after that and indeed we aren’t paying as much attention to it as we should be. We are busy ‘Earning’ to live ‘Happily’. And that happy day is the day that never comes.
I guess maybe it will but until then time would have already glided from under our feet and taken off. Every day we become older by few hours, some day we will be older by years and realize that we forgot to live. The day we waited for had gone away and that day was today!