The original concept of a satiating evening happens only beside the unpaved roads back in our natives. Every new versions of the same are just tolerable impostors!! When the mighty Helios ends his daily proceedings in the far west-end, nothing could beat the out and out ambiance of distinctive, yet deep fried choices you can make in company of a pony glass of tea & a lighted gold flake - yes the underivative key to a lazy close of the day.
Its warmth, bliss & tastefulness sets up a sundown party for laziness to get through the people as well. A day having many irons in the fire comes to a silent close at its premises. If you stack it up against the big picture, the emotions of a successful man at his fag end of life can be easily reciprocated - Satisfied & Settled -back!
While those lovely evenings inspired a less industrious scheme of things into our life, such places were not siloed vaults, rather they were engaging parks. People interacted, publicized & had a social circle around. I can't remember any self-indulgent faces in that neck of the woods. All were in the moment. Apathy? Umm...out of syllabus.
Being the late march Piscean big fish, I'm always appreciative of leisure:). But it is of towering significance that apathy should be kept at bay. The modern art of laziness should never creep in. Are they different? Yes they are!
The old kind of lazy avoids hard physical work. Too tired to move his ass around, to dig a ditch, to organize a warehouse or clean the garage. Modern lazy avoids emotional labor. This is the laziness of not raising your hand to ask the key question, not caring about those in need or not digging in to ship something that might not work. It is having an argument instead of a thoughtful conversation. It is waiting until the last minute. And it is avoiding what we fear. Lazy feels okay in the short run, but slaughterous for the herd of mankind. We can be at leisure, but never insensitive.
