Essay On Pleasure In Everyday Life

Taking Pleasure In Everyday Life

I am often in a rush, I am the ultimate multitasker, and I am one of those who work around a to-do-list. I habitually try to do the laundry, while cooking and puttering around the house that I inevitably end up taking twice as much time to clean up when the water overflows, food in the pan on the stove gets burnt, and I spill stuff; than if I’d just do the chores one at a time like a sane person.

My Ate Tess was due to come home and I was trying to balance chores at home, responsibilities as Gimong Coordinator in my Parish, and my commitment as member of the community, that I found myself “running” all around doing a lot, trying to use my time well while my sister hasn’t arrived yet. I was “running” as though I was participating in the program Amazing Race.

All that showed that I’m not by nature a slow poke, cool, lingering-through-life kind of person. I was wishing then that I was.

By nature, I’ve always been frantically fast and

And so I repeat what I wrote earlier on , “Taking pleasure is about being still, about silence, about calm and about believing that simpler is better, that our minds and yes our souls too need space.”

This is unfamiliar to me. I’m a “high-gauged” person by nature. If I was a car - high-speed …If I was an amplifier - high volume. But day-by-day I have been devotedly making sure that everything is slow and restrained, steadily learning to see the understated beauty that shines through simpler moments, to the lingering goodness in myself that comes from beginning the day with silence.

Taking pleasure in everyday life isn’t about being daydreamy or whimsical. It isn’t about perfect. It isn’t about everything having to be elaborate and