Reducing the Useless

[gorgeouslywrong]

I intensely dislike the feeling of not focusing in one moment because one is planning the next--the rush for the completion of things, the deadlines, the nextnextnextness. Yet at the same time I am painfully aware of my inability to come to do such things on my own; I sit in the library thinking a sort of ifonly I had the luxury of time I would

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[atomic_pirate]

yesyesyes. Throw oneself into tea party, for what is better than enjoying every minute of everything?

[belledezuylen]

Oh, the eternal paradox of civilization. When beset with busy work, we think of all the things we could be doing, had we but world enough and time: reading all of Shakespeare, writing that epistolary novel, creating groundbreaking fudge recipes. But when we finally finish our work, we can't enjoy anything we resolved to do: it seems a waste of time, precisely because we're inclined to enjoy it. So we end up watching sappy Bollywood videos on YouTube. A life of tidbits and shards and bouncing, indeed. I wish I could help you through this perplex, but it confounds me as thoroughly as it does you.

(By "we" I meant "I," of course. I don't know your views on Lata Mangeshkar.)