Today’s day 3 of my self-isolation, imposed on by the government because there are people who do not know how to take precautions. Well, issues of living in a democracy, which otherwise is not a bad place to be at. I mean I’d rather be in a democracy than a dictatorship. At least I have some semblance of rights.
Yeah, rights.
The very rights that have made you jailed in your own house.
Anyhow. So, when I decided that I will lock myself in (ok, I did not decide – I did not have the free will – the government made me), I decided that I would try and write a book about my experiences with seclusion. But of course like all the other grandiose plans, this one had its share of challenges. And three days in it, I can see the writing on the wall – “the experiences of someone forced to stay indoors” is not happening. Not because I dont have the time for it – I have all the time in the world now. Just that I dont see a new insight or anything interesting to record. Even if I were to make this a memoir or something, right now, not sure who would be interested in reading that I now log-in every morsel of food I eat or the chunks of time I spend? Apart from today. Actually third day is the worst. The first day you are all gung-ho about shit you’d do to change your life and all that. By second day you are feeling great. But on the third day, you realised that all the effort you put in was futile. To a point that you give up. Today was the third day and thus everything that I did in the first two days went for a toss!
Well maybe I will start tomorrow all over again. You know, like a reset? Day 1. It’s always Day 1.
Until tomorrow!