The King of Dust Bunnies by Terveen Gill

I want to be inspired.

I want to hear that voice that tells you –

Go on, you can do it.

This is your calling.

This is what you were waiting for your entire life and now’s the time to achieve it.

But there’s a slight problem.

I want inspiration for nothing.

Oh! You didn’t get that. I didn’t think you would.

What I mean is that I want to be inspired to do nothing.

Nothing at all. Zilch. Not lift a finger nor move a muscle. If I could live without breathing, that would be off my list too.

Yet, here I am, shuffling about like a circus monkey, amusing others with my boring tricks, scavenging for scraps to keep me alive.

I’m doing so much but barely surviving.

If my effort will never be enough, then why even keep at it.

I’d rather turn into a statue. Someone may even stop and stare, look at me instead of right through me, and click a picture and say – that’s a guy put to great use.

Right now, I’m just as useless as useless can be.

But I can’t drop everything I do. Though everything really amounts to nothing.

My problem is that I’m so attuned to this hopeless routine that I need motivation to leave it.

Could you help me out? Maybe try telling me that I’m a failure.

Inspire me with my faults and all the reasons I shouldn’t have been born.

Give me a hard punch in the gut and scream in my face – YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING RIGHT!

Then I may sit down and shut out the world, construct a fortress around me and do nothing for the rest of my days.

Simply sit and collect dust. I’d be the king of dust bunnies.

Alas, I can’t even fit beneath the sofa.

27 comentarios sobre “The King of Dust Bunnies by Terveen Gill

  1. This is absolutely fantastic. You can’t take too many trips around the hamster wheel without asking yourself why, and think about trying to fit under the sofa with the other dust bunnies. To do nothing or do something, that’s the question. But only the dust bunnies have the answer.

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    1. Haha! That’s a brilliant way of saying it, Bob. Now, I’ll have to get to the dust bunnies and plead with them to shed some wisdom. I know they’re lurking around somewhere because no matter how much you try to get rid of them, they always come back with a gusto. That’s a dusty example of resilience. 🙂

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  2. I like this. It’s not so different than the person going to a zen master seeking enlightenment. What they really want is to stop being so ambitious and just rest in the moment. I guess it goes back to the classic debate of productivity vs presence. But it’s so wonderfully crafted the way you presented it. Because it’s not in the traditional method of one trying to attain a heightened state of mind. And maybe that’s not even their motive. It doesn’t sound like it. It sounds as if it’s born out of frustration. But I suppose the end goal is still the same either way. The desperation definitely comes through, but it’s not just complaining. It’s begging for mercy for just a moment of rest to see things as they truly are. Or maybe I’m just reading into it too much. Lol. Either way, I love it!

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    1. Thanks so much, Tony. You have a keen sense of digging into a writer’s words and their thoughts behind it. It is the desperate cry to just stop and be even if it means just sitting and collecting dust. To disconnect and remove oneself from the wheel of life that’ll just keep rolling on whether one’s there or not. The dust bunnies may not appreciate having to take in a human but then I don’t hear them complaining. Your thoughtful and wise words always make me smile. 🙂

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  3. Well, I feel like a hubcap that was thrown from a passing car’s rear wheel and has been collecting dust in the ditch for, say, oh, forever now. And the weird thing is, it’s still an untenable state of being. Imagine lying in the decaying roadside weeds for decades, dust-covered and forgotten, and still feeling rueful for merely existing… Hm. No state is sustainable if we’re not content, if we’re not conscious of the present. Even dusty, rusty roadside hubcaps yearn for happiness and something better than prosaic existence. Still waiting for the hubcap collector to come along and salvage me. 😀 Your writing is always so vivid and relatable, Terveen. If you ever do find you way underneath that sofa, please don’t stop writing. Even dusty pearls o’ wisdom are still pearls o’ wisdom. 🙂

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    1. Mike, you’ve made a wannabe dust bunny think that maybe a roadside hubcap could be a great companion. You’re right when you say that any type of existence will never be enough till contentment isn’t part of the picture. Dusty and forlorn yet still waiting for someone to stop, look, and say – Hey, looks like you could use a hand. How about dusting yourself off and starting over again? And if you do roll by, please take a peek under the sofa, and we’ll exchange some more pearls of wisdom. Thank you and you are awesome! 🙂

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  4. You’re so right. I’ve always had a problem with dust. A poem I wrote some time back kind of sums up my apprehension:

    I watch the dust accumulate, all across my room,
    And have to think that at this rate, I’m watching my own doom.
    For dust, you see, is made of skin,
    At least that’s what I’m hearing.
    So as it grows, to my chagrin,
    I fear I’m disappearing.

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    1. Can’t help but laughing, Bob. And the thought of skin being the main constituent of dust makes me want to say – Ewwwwwwww!
      Dirty clothes are next on that list. I keep laundry an arm’s length away from me and wash my hands afterwards. Yes, I have issues. And please don’t disappear. 🙂

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  5. I love this Terveen. It is very funny and yet serious. When you do the same thing everyday it can become monotonous and depending on what you do, you may not even like doing it anymore. Of course I am not talking about writing. haha That would be a terrible shame. I think most people want to really feel like they are making a big difference in order to feel fulfilled. Your just being honest enough to address how that feels. I love the comparison to a statue or a dust bunny. Your making a difference with MasticadoresIndia! Your endings are always so funny. I have this vision of this long piece of dark hair partially in and partially out from the underbelly of the couch. Hilarious, and those dust bunnies reproduce some how over night, that could get exhausting. Big Hugs Joni

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    1. I couldn’t agree with you more, Joni. That feeling of actually doing something meaningful, and not finding joy in one’s day to day routine. Such emotions can only kill one’s drive to move forward in life. The question ringing loudly – WHAT’S THE POINT? You always tap into the nerve of the story and squeeze out its essence so perfectly. I always appreciate your comments and encouragement within them. Thank you always and a big hug too. 🙂

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      1. You are so welcome. I am hoping to learn more about the construction of a really entertaining and meaningful story. You tell a great story and your story tellers and prose writers are making statements in a very unique and creative way. Thank you for your kind words. They are appreciated. My goal is to learn to do the same, not just a long narrative as people can only focus for so long. Time is a precious commodity! Thank you too Terveen and sending a big hug right back. ❤️🤗

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