You're racing through an email.
Eyes already on the next thing.
This is just admin. Not the real work.
Not who you are.
So you skim it. Send it sloppy.
Move on to what "matters."
But here's the thing Marcus Aurelius knew.
Any task could be the last one.
Not because death is waiting around the corner.
Because attention doesn't come back.
The moment you rush is gone.
And gone adds up.
We bury ourselves under half-finished work.
Not because we don't care.
Because we keep waiting for something worth caring about.
It was always in front of you.
The task you dismissed was the practice.
