Neglect

Busy lives mean more things to do. Busy lives mean more stress and demands. Busy lives mean neglect. Though being busy is not bad at all, the consequences of putting off other important things become a burden in the end. And regret is surely irreversible.

For those who live on a day to day basis, subsisting with their meager income, being busy to bridge the needs of their own and their family becomes a familiar sight. A father who is always absent from home and a mother who is burdened by housework, caring for their children by herself. There seems to be a genuine concern to build a brighter future but the lack of presence triggers a generally probing matter.

As busy as I am with teaching, my health became the victim of my incessant quest to be always moving, always thinking, always being productive. The results had been never pretty and ending up in a hospital became an eye opener. Then I became busy making myself healthy, leaving the tending of the garden to Mother Nature herself. The plants had grown big, the roots had escaped their clay pots and the sights had been unruly. My housework had piled up and ending each day with a sigh and a tired body, sleep was my only friend.

Busy lives are productive when there are goals to pursue but we need to put importance to those that we care most. It could be your health, your family, your friends, your work or your love in life. We just have to remember that we become busy for a purpose - the goal of which is to lead productive and harmonious lives, not of negligent gestures.