Do you really deserve a rest day? Why? Who deserves a rest day, and who gets to say so? Is it perhaps ironic that the people who you would say deserved a rest day probably take/want the fewest of them? I feel the busiest people are the ones least inclined to do nothing. Is it because doing stuff feels so rewarding, or because people who are constantly busy figure out that motion deafens (WOW spelled that wrong in text) an intimate loneliness? Are people really that afraid of possessing stillness, or is that a warning lazy people propogate in order to justify their mediocrity - to give it value and merit?
This is a free write.
I have lost my debit card in my apartment for the 3rd time in six months. Neither previous time have I ever found the lost cards. Where. the fuck. are they possibly going?