BUSY BEE

I have been meaning to write on these pages for a few days now. Despite having about four recurring themes running through my mind, I have not just had the calm to pour out my thoughts. This is ironical of sorts. Somehow, I have engaged my free time of late with a schedule of very engaging personal tasks.


I love it when I write. When my plausible writing time is not stifled by plain fatigue but by time spent on other planned activities, my satisfaction is even. The same is true of our lives. It’s the reason why we don’t feel regret at the end of a busy day spent on doing things we have outlined to do; even if we missed out on our favourite show. That said, when say a doctor who plays in a jazz band squeezes his busy schedule to attend his band’s performance, the sense of fulfilment is unequalled.

So it is that in our busiest moments, we find the joy of life. We all love to have time to ourselves, doing our own thing or nothing in particular, a “cool-off” or a “chill-out”. When these are not consequent upon meaningful activity, they tend towards being meaningless. However in the converse, we look forward to such moments and enjoy every sip of it.

The thrill of being busy is not only in the satiety of the rest that ensues, but also in the fact that we feel maximized at those moments. Suddenly, we become more organized, activities are prioritised, time is wisely spent and the year runs very fast! We sleep tired and wake up refreshed. As long as we are not physically tired, our creative imagination is turned on. A joke is just one and no meanings are read into it. We carry ourselves with a sense of purpose and life is just meaningful.

Much as being busy infers virtue, I still dread it when a busy day looms. The good thing is that the day comes along, I get lost in its busyness until when I can sit and reflect. As I just did.