Many of us spend our working days running from desk to desk, solving urgent but insignificant problems. Our managers are constantly searching for ways to get more out of us. We're habitually living in the future, thinking about the next quota to make, the next meeting, the next car to buy, the weekend. We're constantly trying to get somewhere instead of being where we are. We miss the only moment we ever have access to. The Now.
We spend more time at work than with our loved ones. When we come home, we are busier connecting to our devices than to the people we love. We have become little more than zombies. Yet we wonder, "Why am I so tired?" We figure it's because we work too much.
What if we're not doing too much, but rather we're just doing too little of what truly matters?
It's not hard work that exhausts us most, it's meaningless work that exhausts us most.