The Art of “Rat-Racing”

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There is a term that is used in our daily lives. It has become a default answer to the common courtesy questions. You know, the questions like “How have you been?”, “Where have you been?”, “What have you been up to?” But the answer we all seem to so easily give is not an answer of true thought or meaning. It doesn’t solve any kind of problem. It’s purpose had been reduced as a way of purely proving oneself in conversation. This term is “busy”.

What does it mean to be “busy”?

To be “busy” is considered to be an excuse for not making time for something because of another something. To be “busy” is considered to be a polite way of declining an offer. But are we not always this kind of “busy”? Are we not always exchanging one activity for another to our own liking?

Yes, it is true, we have to be honest about how often this one little word is used. It is used by oh so many on a daily basis, as we increasingly claim there is not enough time in the day for this and that. Tell me the truth! If there was another hour in the day, what would you do with it? If there was another day in the week, what would you do with it?

But with each and every new opportunity, there comes a moment of decision. This decision may bring us to excitement, yet also to guilt. There is excitement in knowing that we will get to actually do something we hoped to do that day or that week. Then comes the shadow of guilt as the other options, events, and relationships dissipate. It’s times like these that making choices is difficult, yet worth all the reward.

And with every opportunity comes another reason to say the word “busy” in the daily lingo. But what about the days when there is not more opportunity, but choice is by survival?

… What if your car got stuck in a snow drift on the drive to class?

… What if you stayed up until 4:30 am de-contaminating your dorm from head lice before your 6am work shift? (another blog post coming soon!…)

… What if your best friend calls during her panic attack seconds before your term paper is due?

Would they believe my “busy” then? Would they see my zombie eyes? My dead man walk? My heart rate spike? My hunched shoulders? My blistered hands? My dragging feet? My shaking legs? My nub-bitten finger nails?

So, my dear reader, I continue to have my days when I feel like throwing in the towel, walking out, and singing “You Had A Bad Day” by Daniel Powter, I give you permission to fully engage with the worry and stress that weighs on your heart. However, I also pass onto you the power to express and explain what you are going through to the One whose heart breaks to watch you go through it.

Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.

Matthew 11: 28-30

As the well runs dry for today, I invite you to speak your truth about the context behind the word “busy”. I must ask you the question: In what ways do you feel caught in the so-called “rat race” of our society?

-ALPAL

Sing a song for the soul: You Had a Bad Day- Alvin and the Chipmunks

Published by Allison Nicole

Hello people of wonder! My name is Allison or Alli for short. I throughly enjoy writing as a hobby to destress from the business of being a college student. Between studying for class, working out, club leadership, Bible study, tutoring reading lessons, and working at a local coffee shop, I find writing to be a time when I can just breathe and let my mind explore.

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