Earlier this week I was having lunch with a friend and we did what we normally do: catching up on each other’s lives until we reach a point where we’re both sighing over how busy we are. It makes us feel better, to complain about it. Yet I know we’d feel even better if we should talk about some nonsense and laugh.
Most of my friends are very busy because I surround myself with ambitious people.
- we like taking on responsibilities
- we take our studies seriously
- we work to earn money
- we fill whatever time that’s left with our passions.
I recently started blogging. Honestly, it’s the last thing I need, to have one more thing to do on top of everything else. It’s the thing I do late at night. It’s a feeling, whenever I have an extra minute, that maybe I should finish that post or maybe I should work on my sidebar.
A busy life can be surprisingly boring. I often stay home to work instead of going to that party, I go to bed early and I have my routines – I stick to what works.
Sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t at a late night meeting instead of chilling at home. Sometimes I wish there weren’t so many things I want to do. Yet, at the end of the day, I’m happy with my choices.
I know what I want. I might not be able to see very far ahead, and I don’t know what curveballs life will throw at me, but I keep going for it, one day at a time.
I’d rather pay the price of feeling tired, of not being able to chill as much as I want to than pay the price of not going for it.
At the end of the day, sacrificing for the things that are important to you isn’t sacrifice at all.
As long as you’ve got your priorities straight, being busy is not a problem. So yeah, I’m pretty happy. The next time I see my friend, maybe I won’t complain as much.