“Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.” – H. Jackson Brown
I’ve come to the conclusion that people have different versions of defining the word “busy.”
When I look at my own class schedule, for example, and I see that I’m in class for six hours, have meetings with several student organizations and studying to do, I feel like my schedule is pretty full. But in comparison to other people, who work more hours than I do, who are involved in more activities than I am, my schedule isn’t that busy. Over the summer I was also putting in about 60 or more hours each week so I know for a fact that I’m not as busy during the school year – besides the amount of time I need to study anyway. The majority of the time I’m moderately busy.
But to be honest, I enjoy being busy. I make myself as busy as possible most of the time. I find that when I’m not busy, I get restless and feel like I need to be doing something even if there’s nothing pressing that needs to be done. Clearly I can’t be busy all the time or else I’d just burn myself out. The point of having things to do (for me anyway) is to make things easier for others around me.
The complicated part about working hard, and I guess the main point of this, is that you still have to make time for the people you care about, the people that matter the most to you. Being too busy isn’t an excuse to exclude the things that really matter, like family and friends.