There is never a right moment to stop being busy. There is always another house to buy, another meeting to attend, a business trip to plan, kids’ schools to choose, decision to be made, goods to buy and money to be earned. Therefore, it indeed seems to be no finish line in this race unless consciously minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, we make a deliberate effort to break the viciousness of the circle.
Busyness is an addiction which robes one’s life and those next to them. Like any other addiction thrives on the assumption that we just can’t stop doing it. It comes with a high price tag for the “victim” him/herself as well as for their prey. Busyness – either perceived as a necessity or a conscious choice – does not ask for permission to enter – and walks over those who are just innocent bystanders.
Although the list of “good” excuses is endless and sounds legit, it does not prevent “the busyness” from sneaking in and taking away every tad of intimacy impacting most valuable relationship dynamics. So before you know it, you eat dinners with strangers you have never met, go to bed with people whose names you don’t even know and travel with crowds who are not even your followers. You never seem to be alone although you seem to be very lonely…
