Stopping For a Minute

Because Everything is Just Going so Fast

          Well, it's certainly been a while since I've last had the chance to actually write and not have to worry about a grade or getting yelled at by a publisher.
          A lot of things are going on right now but I can't really complain. Most of it is just school stuff anyways. Ranging from all kinds of homework to writing about those Mission Bears. I've been practicing a little piano too.
          For my work ethic, my plate is overfilled and I'm not eating at fast as the food is being served. Many other people might be more than a Hunid times busier so I'm not about to go into any details regarding what I do.
          However, going through with all of these assignments really had me pondering about how daily routine life is supposed to be similar to. I'm starting to figure out that as long as anybody is walking on this Earth, every individual is going to have a gargantuan amount of things to do.
          This Sunday today really turned out to be a moment in where I could stop and reflect on what "busy" really means. Doesn't being busy mean piling up your schedule so much that it'll actually fatigue you? Or does it mean stocking up on activities to the point that you're running out of time for free blocks?
          It's finally coming to me that "busy" really means that the squares on your calender is at its apex and you have no choice but to turn down people counting on you because you simply can not be in two places at once. Sure, you could work on homework and be "tired", but that really depends on how efficient and smart you are at performing your tasks.
          I'm not a busy man. I might be taking on projects and chores that are driving me to invest in a fair amount of my time. But if you throw my whole schedule to somebody else more qualified, that person is probably going to have an easier time. I'm simply just not as smart as I think I usually am.
          But, despite realizing of this discouraging fact, I'm not really bothered by it. If anything, it brings a lightened expression to my face. It gives me a perspective that I'm not really that talented, and if you hang around with me. You will be able to recognize that I'm as cocky as a full-grown lion. But this state of mind of other people out there being better than me at every little thing reminds me that God created everybody equal.
          I might be okay at school and plus-plus at writing about basketball. I might be decent at a lot of things. But knowing that all kinds of people near or far away from me can do what I do at a higher or lower degree is a reminder that it doesn't matter about how good you are at anything. It shows that God loves everybody regardless of your traits.
          So it was pretty nice to just have a quick 20-minutes to ramble about a certain thought. I was sort of all over the place and wasn't really thinking about what I was writing about but I'm not writing this paper for a grade, a publisher, or anything like that. I'm just writing to pass time.