Wake up in the morning, quickly get dressed and have breakfast before heading out, get annoyed by the slow traffic on the highway, finally make it to work a few minutes late, but that’s ok:I don’t have a meeting this morning. Run around the office trying to get as much done today as I can, get home intending to relax after dinner only to realize I have more things to do. Some of them might be nice - catching up with friends or family, for instance, or finishing a book before I have to return it to the library. Others, maybe not so much - cleaning, doing laundry, emptying the dishwasher.
When you ask someone how they are doing, a highly likely response will be “I’m okay, very busy sorry no time to chat,” all slurred into one word. Most of the things keeping us busy are completely human-constructed. Meetings, chores, events, work; these are all human inventions. Which leads me to wonder, why did we invent all these things in the first place? In an attempt to find satisfaction? In our search for happiness? Out of boredom?