You're halfway through the list before you wonder why it exists.
Tasks checked. Meetings attended. Messages sent.
Movement everywhere. Direction nowhere.
We're taught that doing is virtuous.
That motion means progress.
That stopping invites failure.
But action without intention is just inertia dressed as effort.
The question isn't what you're doing.
It's whether you chose it.
Some days the answer is yes.
Some days you realise you've been running on a script someone else wrote.
Autopilot keeps things moving.
It doesn't know where you actually want to go.
Pause long enough to ask.
Not whether you're busy.
Whether you're building something that matters.
