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posicScott D. Clary writes in Facebook -- https://www.facebook.com/scottdclarypage/posts/pfbid02JqixzPKyevazLC9a82FPBNWiUcRi9ZHDbXS4BoKmbk6eDRp8yiti9cFnMPuqZFj7l :
There's a kind of busyness that insulates you from the questions you don't want to answer. If you're always doing something, you never have to sit with the question of whether what you're doing matters. The busyness is doing a job. Just not the job you think.
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Well, whatever mistakes I may be making, I am certainly not making that one. My busyness is supposed to be helpful in fending off other people's questions about whether what I am doing matters. The kind of people that it is none of their business, whatever I am doing and why; I just want them to leave me alone. Myself, I am sitting with the question of whether what I am doing matters all the time. The answer is, invariably, that it matters way more than any other things I conceivably might be doing, while way less than enough to make me really happy about it.
There's a kind of busyness that insulates you from the questions you don't want to answer. If you're always doing something, you never have to sit with the question of whether what you're doing matters. The busyness is doing a job. Just not the job you think.
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Well, whatever mistakes I may be making, I am certainly not making that one. My busyness is supposed to be helpful in fending off other people's questions about whether what I am doing matters. The kind of people that it is none of their business, whatever I am doing and why; I just want them to leave me alone. Myself, I am sitting with the question of whether what I am doing matters all the time. The answer is, invariably, that it matters way more than any other things I conceivably might be doing, while way less than enough to make me really happy about it.
