+Busy is an easy excuse, and an even easier one when you manifest it through your choices. But what happens once it’s there, and you start choosing busy over the things you actually enjoy. What happens when the things you enjoy lose their magic and just turn into more busy? Another mark on a calendar, another reason you can’t do something else. Time and money spent, but for what? At that point is it even fun anymore? Or does it just blend into this grey of busy that seems to multiply and fill everything; draining the colour and passion from the world; blinding you to the things that really matter, the people that matter; making choices not from passion anymore, but from some distorted story on a path winding nowhere.
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