There was a period I was doing everything possible. Getting out of bed so early, doing what is necessary, replying to all text messages as fast as possible, and jumping from one task to the next without holding back. Some people around me were observant enough to see it. "You are so proactive," a friend told me, and that sounds very warm to me, which I love.
And a few months later, I looked at myself and my schedule of work, and that was when I got to know that I had just been busy and busy with nothing that actually mattered.
Like the way we do it over here, there's the trap no one cautions us about that celebrates hustle in a way that getting busy with something always has a feeling. It looks similar to progress in that we can spend a lot of time doing it. But we are heading towards the wrong direction, and we might not even pay attention to it until we are tired and we're still at the point we started.
That year, the motion I had, I confused it with movement. Doing things that look so important but they were not connecting any dot to what I was doing. No feasible result.
When I talk about being productive, the one I have learned slowly is so uncomfortable. It always entails dealing with one difficult task for a long time before actually finishing it while looking away from some works that seem urgent, but they are just a distraction. From the outside, it won't look impressive.
It is very easy to perform being busy. But when it comes to being productive, that one is very hard, especially when one is not actually being it.
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