I’m busy. Not by choice. There always seems to be things to do. Multiple things at once. Life just feels so unnecessarily busy.
But I realize that, none of this really matters. If I stop doing the things I do, it might be hectic for a short while but then new people would get assigned to do what I do, or the tasks might get ignored and disregarded because people no longer care.
All of these things are just made up excuses to distract us from the eventual end. In the end nothing matters. People make themselves and others busy so they can feel like their lives are meaningful.
Do your best at your assigned tasks, but stay calm on the inside. None of this really matters.