My job today

 

Some days, I find myself mostly in bed unable to be “productive” in a conventional sense.

It allows me to question what productive means to me, and also that being productive is somehow better than not being productive.

I see that I have been quite productive today. I have explored finding peace with what’s here, meeting it in satsang, finding it as love and finding love for it, and more.

And I see that only a thought would say that something is being productive and something else is not, and that being productive is better than not being productive.

Life – the universe as a whole – apparently thinks that what I did (or didn’t do) today was the most important thing that could happen. Who am I to argue?

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