Time for Nothing

Everybody needs a quiet place. This is mine.

I can't say how long it has been since my last visit. Very long. Too long.

It's funny how busy life can get. I don't know about anyone else, but I tend to get too busy for... this. For quiet. For rest.

I'd like to say my overly-busy tendencies are a result of extreme productiveness. Extreme achievement. Extreme importance. They're not.

The only thing they are is a result of is the delusion that I am above quiet. Above rest. That there simply isn't time.

Then, something happens.

Fatigue.

Not just "I'm tired today" fatigue. Everyday fatigue. I slept 10 hours and still fatigue, fatigue.

Then, I come here. And I watch for nothing to happen.

And nothing happens. Quiet. Peaceful. Nothing.

And somehow I know there is not a soul suffering for my lack of doing. Not a soul.

But there is a soul with benefits of rest. Of stop, just stop and wait for nothing to happen.

It is mine. My soul. My weary, conflicted soul. And I remember how good it is to sit and wait until the busy drains away and the quiet settles in.