Destructive Distillation

Days turn out to be of different types. Some are good, some are bad and some are boring and some are like any other.

Days of lethargy and inactivity are days I despise the most because they torture me with boredom. These fill in the(or rather fail to fill in) void between other types of days. Boredom is my nemesis; it brings out the hiding monsters of self loathing and depression. I wage battles with these fire-breathing dragons every such day and hoping not to be scarred for life and praying for a victory to see the dawn of a good day.

Days like any other are slow poison to my active conscious. I often have to perform mundane activities which I have done before and don’t want to repeat. These meaningless actions are like rats, nibbling away my morale and high spirits; intoxicating me with slumber. The prolonged trysts with semi-consciousness numb my thought processes and induces fear. The abject poverty in joy and diversity in my actions is detrimental to my enthusiasm.

Bad days have several combinations; they come in all shapes, sizes and strengths. Some doses are mild and can be shrugged off, where as some are too strong to be resisted as they weigh down with misery. Various bad days shut down different avenues of progress and joy. The repeated setbacks force me into a cocoon of doing nothing in order to fail in nothing. Any day which is not a good day ends up being a bad day.

Unlike other days good days are not ambiguous. They are unitary in the happiness they bestow. Good days are when everything turns out to be as you wanted it and a day would be better if there are some surprises in store. For me any day is a good day if I have been totally engrossed in doing something or the other irrespective of what merit it holds. On a good day I have different things to do, interesting facts to learn, several people to meet, various topics to talk and write besides the delicious food to eat. A good day is delightful mixture of the aforementioned with a bag of surprises. Surprises like; doing with joy things I did not want to do, performing with zeal activities I have never tried; disclosing feelings I have never shared; rendering someone genuine help and above all doing something creative, for the joy of creation is matched by none. Joy and satisfaction are what make a good day and these good days are the most important ingredients of a good life.