Sometimes we claim to do a lot, our schedules stuttering beneath the weight of endless tasks. They become so tight that we forget to care for ourselves.

Self-care?

Completely crossed off the list.

We forget our loved ones too, not necessarily intentionally. Trust me, I'm guilty of this, and it breaks my heart.

So, how do we continue pursuing the vision we seek while remembering that we are still human? How do we chase purpose without being consumed by the flames of its work?

Are we alone?

We don't know.

Are we lonely?

We cannot tell.

Are we busy?

I guess we are.

But if being busy only helps us silence the emptiness that quietly lurks within us, that feeling that reminds us of our humanity, then perhaps we've hidden ourselves behind a veil and chosen to call it being busy.

When do we come out from behind that excuse?

When do we free ourselves from the lies we've learned to believe and begin to live again, not merely exist from one task to another?

Perhaps the greatest loneliness isn't the absence of people.

Perhaps it's becoming so busy that we slowly lose ourselves without even noticing.

To be continued...