Mondays and Monkeys

Heck, tomorrow is another round of Monday again in Cape Town, South Africa. I sit here with R&B in my ears and wish that the previous week just ended for a bit longer. An extended weekend to monkey around at coffee shops and chill on the beach, and chatter about the meaning of life with two of my best friends at La Vie Bistro around the corner.

On the surface of the day itself - a Monday is not much different than any other day. Just another 24 hours wrapped in a name with a meaning long gone. But it is the day most popular for suicides - for humans that is, because monkeys couldn't care less. They are just happy to eat, play and sleep. And work is just to achieve more Eat, Play and Sleep. So what do we learn from these monkeys and their Mondays? Except of course, that they would never ask this question!!

Certainly, we should be much more like frollocking primates and just enjoy the hours for what it bring. The friend of mine (who is also a caffeine addict) conveyed passionately to another friend entering an existential crisis: Life is more simple than we all make it out to be. It is about just enjoying small things. Sounded much like Eat, Sleep and Play to me. But she is an intelligent soul and in no ways related to some species of clever monkey from India, or even the local troop of baboons that frequently visit my garbage bins for odds and ends.

But to her, life is simple, indeed. And as I heard today from a medium on my favorite TV programme: "For the life of you, you cannot die". So I have come to the conclusion: I better just live and start enjoying it in small ways. And who knows - a Monday and a Monkey may add up to Meaning in a Massive way.