Tag: busy

  • 401

    All this incessant preoccupation with productivity. To be deified of harmonising many errands, an unrelenting metabolism for busyness ever striving and dissatisfied. Success, that mountain with heights supposed upon the climber depends. From what desolation would you escape if arriving at a higher tier of achievement you take the same cold unfulfilled self you brought […]

  • 314

    It’s a Sunday afternoon you could be, and apparently should be doing something outside and more agreeable and instead the day is carrying on without your involvement this time because it’s been too many since you’ve been able to open your book. You’ve been busy. All week in fact and probably actually for longer than […]

  • 132: Letters

    How merrily we go about our lives, abducted by unimportant figuring, and sections of time ransomed for counterfeit. How we save up our days and for it are not wealthier, but aged just as soon, and destitute of those rich youth-giving memories that warm like a letter from an old friend.

  • 68

    It begs the alert of my tardiest self, how people can appreciateĀ so little for their gift of time that examine how I manage to make so much of mine. It is not that we’ve a slender allocation, or for my part, must have wrung the greater share, but simply; well spent is spare enough. The […]

  • 63

    With reduced impressiveness have Locusts whole fields devoured, to that I can accomplish of my reflections but freshly roused, before the Lark confounded is risen the day to greet. How Natures stability is violence by compare. Not to boast productivity, rather present appeals; mind its unending fount, intuition. You will never thus be long idle, […]

  • 43

    The measure of a man lies not in what occupies him, but why it does so.