“It’s winter. Hibernate. Go inside.”
This is how I think.
Therefore, I’m going inside.
On a train ride to work last week, I noticed how plugged-in I was. iPod. Blackberry. Kindle. Then, I looked up and realized how plugged-in almost everybody was, in some way.
There never seems to be enough time in the day, to the point that relaxation and doing absolutely nothing seem indulgent, even disgraceful. Always something to do, clean, cook, see, hear, taste, etc.
We’re always giving away our attention, often at our demise.