I’m going fast, nowhere special,
just need speed, I can not be slow.
Running stops, and beating red lights,
Pedal to the metal, gotta go.
Have no time to smell the roses,
take a vacation, or just relax.
Got too just, keep on moving,
quicker, faster, making tracks.
Burning candles at both ends,
and even in the middle too.
Something big and bad is
chasing, stirring up an evil brew.
I can feel it getting closer,
reaching for me every day.
Have no clue as what it is, or
why I just keep running away.
Now I’m done, can‘t go no further,
moving fast has ruined my health.
Looking back to see what’s chasing,
saw me running from myself.
© 2019, Lekatt. All rights reserved.
I like this poem about overworking. I can relate to it.
I think a lot of people live their life as a productivity race. The world is very competative, which pressures us to work hard. But no matter how much we work, it’s never enough. Eventually we reach burn out, and one starts to wonder why we are all working so hard.
Rest is just as important as hard work.
You are correct in everything you say. At one time in my life I was working 10 hours a day, seven days a week. I had a heart attack that stopped me. Now I am retired and write when the mood is there. Rest and play is very important in a balanced life.
I’ve had burnout as well 5 years ago, but since I’m young, it didn’t ruin my health as badly. Just extreme exhaustion.
Setting off more time to rest frequently helped me to slowly recover. The balance between rest and work shouldn’t be ignored.
I am happy for you. You have a great talent, we who recover are models for those in recovery.