"Life is what's happening when you're too busy to notice." -Wayne Muller

In the relentless busyness of modern life, we have lost the rhythm between work and rest. The word “I am so busy.” keep on coming out from our own mouth.

I noticed that when I asked my friends how they were doing, they inevitably responded “busy” instead of “good.” That’s what we called modern life, and whether you’ve a stay-at-home mom, a work-at-home-mom, childless, single, a student—chances are, you’ve got commitments that multiply when you’re not looking. Everyone’s insanely busy.

The busier we are, the more important we seem to ourselves and, we imagine, to others. To be unavailable to our friends and family, to be unable to find time for the sunset (or even to know the sun has set) and this has become the model of a successful life.

Yet the more our life speeds up, the more we feel weary, overwhelmed, lost. Our life and work rarely feel light, pleasant or healing. Instead, as it all piles endlessly upon itself, the whole experience of being alive begins to melt into one enormous obligation. Because we do not rest, we lose our way. We miss the compass points that show us where to go, the nourishment that gives us succor, the quiet that gives us wisdom.

Rest is not just a psychological convenience, but a spiritual and biological necessity. So, I think I need a holiday..:)