So many of us are caught in the same trap, chasing an ideal of productivity that seems to always be just out of reach.
We wear our busyness like a badge of honour as if being constantly stressed and overworked is something to be proud of.
We live in a world that worships at the altar of productivity. From the moment we wake up to the sound of our alarm clocks, to the final emails we send before collapsing into bed, we are caught in an endless cycle of tasks, deadlines, and expectations.
We are told that success means doing more, achieving more, and being more efficient. But this shitty sidequest, this hamster wheel, this relentless pursuit of productivity is making us less human. It’s making us less happy. And it’s making us less…well, us.