I was reading the last few pages of “The unbearable lightness
of being”. A phrase struck me, “happiness
is the longing for repetition”. My initial reaction was like “Really!?” and
slowly the thought started getting more agreeable.
From a young age, I associated life to be exciting if new
things happened in life all the time. I was raised in a small sleepy town and I
don’t think I believed my life was very interesting back then. But when I look back, I
had one of the most amazing childhoods, a kid can have.
Each year of primary school felt more or less the same. I
may have learnt new stuff at school and read different books every year – but same
set of friends, same teachers, same school building, same play mates, same
pets, same summer classes even. I yearned for change and exploration. Waiting
as I was, with the first opportunity I got, I packed my bags and left for the
city. Whenever I got a chance, I explored places. A few times, I welcomed opportunities
that gave me a chance to relocate for work. I enjoyed staying in the new places
for a while. Then I had to come back. I turned out more rooted than I had fancied. Even in Bangalore, I stayed in a number of
localities. Last few years I have had a lot of changes, traveled and explored a great deal
- more than ever in my life.
Now I seem to yearn for my “old” life – a settled
existence. If as a child, someone had told me how lucky it is to have a simple, normal, "boring" life, I would not have believed! Being nomadic isn’t glamorous at all to me now. Am done with wanting
life to be an adventure every day. I want repetition of normalcy, of being
surrounded by loved ones, of a simple existence, every day so much like the
other – simple and content. Somehow it makes a lot of sense to me. It was as if
those thoughts had been brewing inside for a while and suddenly reading those
lines in the book, made me aware of my own thoughts.
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