We were born to live.
But then we agreed to turn life into a schedule, obligations, deadlines, pressure, meetings, loans, proving ourselves, and an endless race for something that’s never enough.
We act as if we’re going to live a thousand years, so we put off ordinary days for later, as if we could make them up later on.
The greatest deception of modern man is that he has begun to take pride in not having time for himself, for his family, for friends, for peace, for a simple meal without a phone, for a walk without a sense of guilt.
We’ve declared exhaustion to be ambition. We’ve called burnout “responsibility.” We’ve packaged our absence from our own lives into the word “success.” But the truth is much more brutal. Many aren’t building a life. They’re building excuses for why they aren’t living it. Work is important. Money is important. Responsibility is important. But if, because of all that, you lose people, your health, joy, peace, and yourself, then that’s no longer success.
Then it’s worth examining what work brings us, and what we’re constantly putting off because of it. In the end, neither a title, nor a position, nor the number of completed projects, nor the fact that you were always available to everyone will save you.
You’ll ask yourself just one thing: Did I truly live, or was I just useful?
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