How did we end up living like this? Why do we do this to
ourselves? Why do we do this to our children? When did we forget that we are
human beings, not human doings?
Whatever happened to a world in which kids get muddy, get
dirty, get messy, and heavens, get bored? Do we have to love our children so
much that we overschedule them, making them stressed and busy — just like us?
What happened to a world in which we can sit with the people
we love so much and have slow conversations about the state of our heart and
soul, conversations that slowly unfold, conversations with pregnant pauses and
silences that we are in no rush to fill?
How did we create a world in which we have more and more and
more to do with less time for leisure, less time for reflection, less time for
community, less time to just … be?
Somewhere we read, “The unexamined life is not worth living …
for a human.” How are we supposed to live, to examine, to be, to become, to be
fully human when we are so busy?
This disease of being “busy” (and let’s call it what it is, the dis-ease of being busy, when we are never at ease) is spiritually destructive to our health and wellbeing. It saps our ability to be fully present with those we love the most in our families, and keeps us from forming the kind of community that we all so desperately crave.
This disease of being “busy” (and let’s call it what it is, the dis-ease of being busy, when we are never at ease) is spiritually destructive to our health and wellbeing. It saps our ability to be fully present with those we love the most in our families, and keeps us from forming the kind of community that we all so desperately crave.
Thank you, Execupundit.
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