The trouble with doing a lot of things, trying to stuff as much as possible into 24 hours of activity, is the inevitable relapse. The point where your body revolts and shuts down and your mind reaches a state of incoherence when you try to do more.
I write about this often - the paradigm of busyness, a state of constant motion, of doing and not just being. I get sucked into it too. For the past two weeks, a strange illness has left me feeling like an 80-year old on death bed. At one point, I stood in front of the mirror and actually felt the life draining out of me (hypothetically). Your mind starts to welcome crazy ideas when you're that sick. Watching medical shows in that physical state is another good way to traumatize your frazzled nerves. So, I watched the first two seasons of Grey's Anatomy! I nearly went for an MRI when my blood tests came back normal. I didn't feel normal. Crazy!
I can't sit still. I could never be the man in Anton Chekov's, The Bet.
