The Everyday Sunday

After doing any task a few times, one would think that the next time it is to be done, the various hurdles faced on doing it for the first time won't be experienced. It would be like we have to think consciously every time we breathe. Just imagine the amount of time that would be wasted in that! And to think we don't have enough of random stuff revolving circles in our brains which formulate into a new theory every minute; add to that the thought of forcibly making ourselves breathe every passing second. You see, its a tad bit difficult to not be concerned about one's own survival, let alone someone's else's. And its not exactly crazy to assume that our lives wouldn't be pretty much about anything else. 

(Woah, I'm not entirely sure how sane our world would be in this scenario.)

So, it can be agreed that, with mastership achieved in any task, our lives become a whole lot simpler.. Since the next time we do it, its more or less already programmed into our head that "This isn't something I need to worry about.", or "This shouldn't be as hard as the first time."

Unfortunately, its not entirely as simple as that. Some tasks are tougher than others. Some are more vague. Some are ridiculously boring. And some, ahem, tasks, are just too plain irritating to do. And in any of these situations, lies one of the more monotonous things we do in our lives. It could be our job(that's sad & true), our chores(hard work), attending lectures(long live proxies!), or a decision we regret.

And such is the cruelty of this iron clad truth, that there is no way getting around it. We make several decisions we don't like. We do many things we hoped wouldn't have had the result they did. And we also hope, daily, for some respite. Just like every Monday, you await the weekend.

But hold on and think about it, week after week, we make it through to Friday. However daunting the start of the week looks like, unfailingly, we do eventually relax and praise the Lord on Saturdays. And just as long as it takes to arrive, we make sure we take the love out for hours on Sundays.

Have you ever given it any thought what makes you get past the travails every 7 days? (Apart from time, I mean. :P )What is/are the reason(s) that after everything that happens, you find yourself in a peaceful state come the end of the week? That every time you need to just vent out your head of steam, you can just pick up the phone and you have someone to listen? And that they aren't just there to pick you up when you fall on Wednesdays, but also push you over the line on Monday morning?

On this day of Friendship celebrated every year, I would like to share with you a small thesis of mine, which I like to call, The Free-end theory.

You see, we all have certain "free ends" in our lives, which are quite easily visible, too. And so, every time we make a new relationship with someone, one of our ends is full. In turn, every time one of the two new people connected meet someone else, this connection is thus doubled. You may recount the term, 'Mutual Friends'. Ergo, your free ends are nothing but the foundation of 'Friendships' which are, in my opinion, the best connections one can ever make.

As anyone in college might tell you, if you have a close bunch of friends, looking out for you, falling with you, laughing with you or on you, and then picking you up at your worst times, the week goes by and you don't even know it. And that stands true for everyone else too, from school children to our parents, we all need that outlet when we feel suffocated, or trapped in a mess we just can't seem to come out of. Because the people in question don't judge you for falling in the pit, they jump right in to stand with you. Though they might pick on you for the rest of your life about it, but believe me, if its the right bunch of fellas, You won't care.

After all, its not like you won't do the same to them-I mean- For them.