Joie De Vivre

I really can’t believe it. Is it already Wednesday? Two more days to go and then the weekend is here. I really feel sometimes that the world is suddenly on a 12-hour day and not 24 hours.

Especially when I have days like today when after a restless night I wake up to a nasty cold and an aching nagging tiredness that simply refuses to go away. I am not sure if the tiredness is more mental than physical. My classes are going fine, I have great friends, things to look forward to and yet there is something missing. I can’t put my finger on it right now – but really, would the word be ennui? No, I think the better word would be that I need some jazz and spice in my life. Something that would provide the joie de vivre missing. Sneeze. There I go again. And maybe these melancholic thoughts are prompted by an overactive cold?

Today’s classes were just about fine – neither were exceptional and I couldn’t push myself to motivate them more anyway. Perhaps, it would be nice to instead look at the nicer things in life.

Birdie’s egg, the ceremony of which I described here, has now sprouted a new sapling. Its fragile roots inching towards the sky – I cannot help but marvel at Chinese ingenuity. And smile, the biggest surprise of it all – is that the pods have been inscribed with Chinese characters. It’s the first time I have ever seen a plant engraved with letters. Somehow, that plant makes me smile. It fought the good battle. For days it lay cushioned in a musty seed, then had to break its way through the sand and gravel and now it has to call a broken egg its home. Yet, everyday, new life springs from it anew. This plant, unlike me, knows joie de vivre.

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