The awesome things in life…
Waking up at 4 am in the morning to a full moon that shines through my curtains. So I open the window up and breathe in that moonlight and silently watch a world awash in silvery light.
Waking up around 5.30 am in the morning and watching the dawn break. The dark becoming lighter, the clouds in the horizon tinged in red. The chirping of birds, announcing a new day ahead.
Making myself a cup of tea and sitting in my Buddha corner, enjoying the mug of steaming caffeine. The world is still asleep and I get to welcome the new day in utter silence.
Going out for a walk, knowing that about 35 minutes in, I am going to run into a pack of 4 street dogs. The mom is going to jump all over me, taking my hand in her mouth as she tries to lead me to places. The puppies will be playful, chomping on my clothes, shoe laces, fingers, whatever they can get their teeth on. The dad would be reserved but loving. He will stay close by like a badass bodyguard, to be seen and petted but with no overt expression of loving.
If I am lucky and I find a shop open that early in the morning, then I get to bring them treats and watch them devour it. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as watching a bunch of dogs eat the food right off your fingers yet somehow never really touch them with teeth. Passerby’s tell me to be careful to not get bitten. I tell them that dogs don’t bite, humans do. Dogs are too loyal and loving to cause harm for no reason. The expression on the human faces are quite something to watch.
The sight of groups of black Cormack flying in and landing on the water. The way the group fishes and the patterns in which they flock, its quite fascinating.
Individual storks fishing. They have a habit of finding floating debris and claiming them as their perch while patiently waiting to fish. Fascinating how they silently stand there, very still, very intently watching the water around them and suddenly ‘whoosh’ in they have gone to catch their prey. While they sit, all I see is the grey color of their bodies, when they fly off, the span of white wing is a sight to see.
The pair of mongoose who are always chasing each other. Playful but weary, they have a tendency to disappear into the bushes if people get too close to them. But watch them from a distance and the interaction between the two is just lovely.
Meetings that have agendas and half way through, you realize that you have covered all of them. Short meetings are the best.
Ideas that get shared around and improved. People who are not afraid to be questioned and grilled and open to suggestions for improvement. Learning from innovations made elsewhere and getting to localize it’s implementation.
People who don’t just love making money but have a real passion to create and add value with their products and services. Its a zero sum game. I guess that’s how a socialist-capitalist would feel about it.
Working through the weekend, not because you have to, but because you want to. And getting to do that work on your time, at your own pace. With no disruptions and no one else looking over your shoulder. The freedom to create as you see fit is just mind blowing.
Taking days off whenever you need it. Not feeling well, crawl back into bed. The work can wait, or one of your team members will take over, no questions asked.
Getting to take days off in the middle of the week. Deciding your own vacation schedule and days off with no bickering over the number of hours that you are entitled to etc. I still thinks its ridiculous that companies give their people paltry number of hours off and then make a big deal if someone actually wants to use all of their days off. Or makes you run through hoops just to get the time off that you actually need & is owed but is apparently at an inconvenient time so you are made to wait. So glad that I am not on that boat anymore.
Waking up early, watching the sunrise, then deciding that you still want to go back to bed for a couple of hours and doing just that. Sleeping in or napping whenever you need to. Life cannot get any better than that for a chronic insomniac.
Eating well and eating light. Watching the number on the scale going down. But better still its a celebration when your high risk cholesterol just goes down all the way to normal.
Being able to walk for 8-10 km without going out of breath, cramping up and wanting to die.
YouTube videos of rolling thunder storms and rain, zen water falls, native flute music and even Chopin playlist. I was obviously lost before all these became available at the tap of a button, right on our finger tip 😀 I may not know Latin but Gregorian chants are the best tracks for insomniacs to fall asleep to 😀
When Bubu makes me crispy parata for breakfast with my favorite sauce made either from chicken or beef and then hands me a steaming big mug of tea. Can life really get any better than this? Nope 😀