Somewhere along the way, being busy became a badge of honor. We brag about packed calendars, late nights, and “grind mode” like it’s proof of worth. I’ve caught myself doing it too—answering “How are you?” with “Busy,” as if exhaustion were a personality trait.
It’s strange, isn’t it? We live in one of the most comfortable countries in the world, yet we rarely sit still long enough to enjoy it. The hum of laptops in coffee shops, the glow of phones at midnight, the guilt that creeps in when we take a day off—it all whispers the same lie: if you’re not producing, you’re falling behind.
But lately, I’ve been asking myself—behind what? Behind whom? Because the more I chase productivity, the more I feel disconnected from what actually makes life rich: slow mornings, real conversations, quiet walks without earbuds in.
Maybe the real rebellion isn’t doing more—it’s learning to be enough, even when we’re still.
Iamdahmmy
4 hrs agoSomewhere along the way, being busy became a badge of honor. We brag about packed calendars, late nights, and “grind mode” like it’s proof of worth. I’ve caught myself doing it too—answering “How are you?” with “Busy,” as if exhaustion were a personality trait.
It’s strange, isn’t it? We live in one of the most comfortable countries in the world, yet we rarely sit still long enough to enjoy it. The hum of laptops in coffee shops, the glow of phones at midnight, the guilt that creeps in when we take a day off—it all whispers the same lie: if you’re not producing, you’re falling behind.
But lately, I’ve been asking myself—behind what? Behind whom? Because the more I chase productivity, the more I feel disconnected from what actually makes life rich: slow mornings, real conversations, quiet walks without earbuds in.
Maybe the real rebellion isn’t doing more—it’s learning to be enough, even when we’re still.
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