This has been kind of a dream job, wearing a basket over the head, picking those tender and fresh tea leaves and plucking them traditionally by hand. I know it’s not easy at all, but I would love to visit a tea estate in India someday.
Meeting people, answering phone calls, answering video calls, replying back to messages and mails, living up to people’s expectations, interacting with people in a community, making small talk with strangers, contributing ideas in team meetings, engaging in group conversations, presenting presentations, dinner parties with large groups, listening to incessant loud chatter, being active on social networking sites and wondering why all this isn’t easy is a pressure that some of us, introverts, always have to deal with.
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before— On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.” Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
– From the poem Raven by the literary genius Edgar Allen Poe.
Let’s sit somewhere idly and watch the world go by. Let’s wave at the little school girl across the street. Let’s not look at the scary smoking guy wearing an old torn pair of jeans. Let’s smile at the dog near our feet. Let’s point fingers at the tall skyscrapers and at the plants in their balconies. Let’s look up at the sky as a flock of birds return to their home in the trees. Let’s talk about the weather and the chilly evening breeze. Let’s just sit together. Holding hands. Doing absolutely nothing.