For those who have known me for many years, they will probably find this odd but ever since I returned to Hong Kong, I started developing this habit of folding my blankets as soon as I wake up. I was inspired by a random post a while ago regarding increasing productivity. I am known as a messy and more spontaneous person so I also find it really strange that I would begin to build on this habit of folding my blankets.
While folding the blankets didn’t necessarily increase my productivity throughout the day, I realized that the thirty seconds of the act has become a form or meditation for me. As I am folding blankets, matching a corner to another and etc, everything slowed down for me as I was solely concentrating on the act. The room became more silent than it ever was and all I could think about was how to fold it perfectly. Tranquility lies within. I dislike structure and routine if you will, but I find it astonishing that I would enforce this every day. Every now and then, I would forget to do so but something would strike me as odd and eventually I would find my way back.
It seems like these thirty seconds are all the peace I can get in a day, when I’m not really thinking about anything of substance. The stress about the future, who am I to become, who should I become and introspection always creep back and haunt me. It’s exasperating knowing that I will never be able to reach a conclusion.
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