Sexy Lingerie and all the Good things

I had read about a woman who bought this really expensive lingerie and she kept it safely in a drawer to wear it on some special day. Spoiler alert : the special occasion never came. So, the sexy lingerie became lonely lingerie tucked away neatly into the drawer, forever waiting for the ideal day to come. The lady had thought she would surprise her husband one day. Time went by, she forgot all about it, her husband passed away and she grew old. One day while sorting her belongings before moving to a home for seniors, she chanced upon the sexy albeit lonely lingerie. It made her cry to see to think that she never used it, never wore it, never celebrated and never got a chance to see the look on her husbands face.

It was a sad story and I remember when I had read it a few years ago, it had made me rather pensive. The reflection made me see how I lead my life. I too had stored away some really good journals and notebooks that I thought I would write in when an inspiring thought would come to me. Until then they were tucked away nicely in a corner where instead of gathering ideas they gathered dust. These beautiful handcrafted journals were my sexy lingerie so to speak.

I began to wonder where this approach came from. And then it struck me, it wasn’t just me. It was everywhere. The society around me in general functioned this way. The good clothes were neatly kept away to be worn only on the rare occasions. The expensive cutlery and crockery reserved for select occasions and taken out of their showcases only when some important guests came over. While on a day to day basis we would not indulge in luxuries. The suits and the shiny shoes were reserved only for parties and not to be worn daily.

So, even though they cost more, they would be utilised less. How nonsensical it seems when you look at it like this. Looking your best was reserved for select occasions, so was eating your best and feeling your best. Why?

Why couldn’t you look your best and feel your best everyday?

The article fresh in my memory for a while had the effect of making me utilise all the best resources available to me. And it felt really good, but with the passage of time, new things piled up and soon enough I forgot all about the lessons learnt. I became shrewd in the way I allowed myself to use my belongings. And before long I had journals gathering up dust rather than words, and closets filling in with clothes that saw less of me.

Recently, after many days I remembered the lingerie story when I was offering an advice to a friend. And it made me see once again that I had a stack of really cool journals waiting to be scribbled in. Leather bound, handmade paper or the embroidered covers with really smooth paper that makes the pen glide over them wanting desperately to be utilised. They were waiting in solitude. And forever they would if I just kept waiting for the best idea, the best story or poem to dawn. I had bought them because writing in them would be inspiring but somehow I had turned the tables thinking I would write in them after the inspiration comes.

Perhaps there was some old programming that came in the way and told me that to deserve the best comes with a condition. The condition could be anything. Sometimes it’s internal or external. But who said that? Why do I have to treat myself only when I have fulfilled some criteria, it should be the other way around. Shouldn’t it be that I pamper and treat myself on days when I’m feeling low so that I can feel better. Isn’t that the purpose of the material things?

We all have our own version of sexy lingerie. It’s varies from person to person. And It’s not a question of being bad or stupid but it’s just that you have been conditioned to perform in a certain way. The old programming takes over whenever you are not conscious and it requires discernment to see past that.

So I invite you right now to just take a pause and see what is the sexy lingerie in your life that you have tucked away into a drawer. And I invite you to question the beliefs that have prevented you from wearing them.

While some might argue it’s best to a few keep things aside for certain special occasions. Otherwise how would they feel special. That again is a very limited point of view to life and is a comparative analysis. Perhaps it’s also the reason why people get bored of not just their belongings but also the people in their lives.

And they would keep chasing something more like a drug addict who keeps chasing a high with progressive amounts of intoxicants.

It’s just primitive programming that you need to get out of. Your own memory comes in the way of you enjoying something again.

There is another way to live. If you have ever had a dog greet you at the door, you know what it looks like—pure, unfiltered joy, every single time. No saving and no rationing of love and definitely no terms and conditions apply.

I’ll end with something personal. When I bought my car, I found myself making a small prayer: May I feel this same joy every time I drive it as I do today.

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By the way, today I opened the best notebook that I had and I started writing in it. What I wrote in it was immaterial but what it made me feel was very good.

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