When we stop being busy

How did life becomes so busy that we don’t have time to sit and look at the trees

How did life become so overwhelming that we don’t have time to stop and listen to the sound of nature

How did life become so busy that we don’t have time to listen to our inner most selves

Why are we allowing ourselves to become so busy that we are too busy being busy that we miss out on life’s little surprises and treasures that present themselves every single day

Why do we feel guilty being idle?

When it is the idle mind that allows creativity and detours to manifest

When it is the idle mind that allows us to rest and rejuvenate

Not the busy mind that tricks us into believing that we have to be busy in order to impress

Why do we spend so much of our time trying to impress others when the only person we need to impress is ourselves?

And by being so busy trying to be everything to everyone else we end up being nothing to ourselves

We have to learn to stop

To be idle without guilt

To allow ourselves to decompress

To reassess where we are in our lives

And ask ourselves the questions

What would we be doing if we had the chance?

What would make our hearts rejoice and our souls sing the most?

What would we be doing if we were truly free to be the person that so desperately wants to emerge from behind the façade?

Is that why we keep ourselves so busy

So that we won’t have time to listen to our inner most selves

So we won’t have time to come face to face with our essence selves

With whom we really are on the inside?

Being busy may shut out the noise of our essence selves for a time

But there will come a time when that decision is taken away from us

When if we don’t stop and listen

If we don’t take heed

Our inner most desires being cut off will manifest in ways not pleasant

Because our bodies will begin to take on the feelings of unrest of our minds and spirits

Forcing us to stop by making us ill

Sick, full of disease physically and sometimes mentally too

That is why it is so important for us to be idle sometimes

To just be

To stop

Without guilt

Without excuses

Without explanation

So we can listen to our inner most selves

Allowing us to manifest our deepest desires

And follow our own yellow brick roads home

Because we always have the answer to who we are

And what we are

When we stop and listen

When we stop being busy for the sake of being busy