Enlightenment of Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

Dare you idle?

                             --Enlightenment of Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen.”Volumes dropped, words vanishing from my version, I perceive something extraordinary knocking up my dizzy mind which is invariably pondering over busy to live pr busy to die.

Six sevenths of the holidays flowed away, one seven of the homework finished, one party scheme and a poster submitted .I’m not complaining my state but demonstrating a natural holiday style of mine. I used to bustle for someone told me to work against the clock for a better future or slack wondering whether I was a basket case, both of which hollowed me inside. Whereas keeping my nose to the grindstone delivers a sense of fulfillment, I have to abandon my time of thinking which is exactly what makes me alive. Then thoroughly slackening leads to a stage where I were merely a doll that can talk.

Here comes the question:”Dare I idle?”

“No.”

I am confirmed beyond hesitation. Just as Jerome K. Jerome wrote, “There are plenty of lazy people and plenty of slow-coaches, but a genuine idler is a rarity. He is not a man who slouches about with his hands in his pockets. On the contrary, his most startling characteristic is that he is always intensely busy.” There is no fun in doing nothing to me. Perhaps being idle is somewhat an ability that calls for not only wasting time but managing time what running a store, which you can’t close in work hours if you want to profit. The author who flattered himself as an au fait on being idle became an extraordinary essayist , proving that idling is somewhat a technique—“It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do . Wasting time is merely an occupation then, and a most exhausting one.”

Three months ago, it was after I finished my college entrance examination that I thought I could enjoy the lengthening summer holidays without homework I had longed for, which turned out to be froth ultimately, though, for I had totally nothing to do except watching soap operas and chatting online aimlessly. I’m not defining but I bet it is a period that most of high school graduates are confused of. Yet in these three months I didn’t have homework or pressure from exams and the only obligation for me was to kill time and the unspoken thing –ambitions. Then the new term began and I had to pick up the abandoned ambitions, never reflecting on the passing holidays which were blank in effect.