“Busyness” as Usual
I traveled this world for what?
Over in an instant, gone in a flash, around the world, full of life and beautiful adventure.
We return and life picks up where it left off, indifferent, absorbed in text messages and the size of one’s screen time…. like nothing happened.
Beyond description I have grown, in ways I cannot comprehend I have become a different person. I feel alone in this regard as my family eases back into the consumerist mindset. Back into jobs, into the grind, it’s “busy-ness” as usual.
So I return to meaningful work to find meaning and purpose, my wife assumes the role of working mother and night shift RN, family time pushed to the back-burner to be lived “another day”.
It is so very typical, “have we learned nothing”?
I am afraid the answer is yes.
Jump into the Gap
"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived" - Henry David Thoreau
