The Rush is Manufactured — And It’s Killing Our Souls

We weren’t meant to live like this.

Snatching life in five-minute fragments.
Scrolling through meaning.
Crashing into bed after 12 hours of being “productive”… and still feeling behind.

I remember when I first caught myself doing it —
taking my holidays an hour at a time.
That wasn’t a metaphor. That was my reality.

The last real holiday I had was in 2006.
A few weeks back, I finally strung together four days off — and even then, two of them had Masonic meetings.
But that Friday… that sacred Friday… tasted like heaven.

And it made me realise just how deeply I’ve been caught in the trap.

The rush isn’t accidental.
It’s manufactured.
Designed to keep us consuming.
Producing.
Performing.
Obeying.

Stillness, in a world like that, becomes rebellion.

And it’s time to rebel.

🌿 A Thought to Sit With:

What if rest isn’t lazy?
What if slowness isn’t failure?
What if your soul has been whispering for years:
“Please… just stop long enough to hear me.”

You don’t have to escape society.
Just… step out of its rhythm for a while.

Maybe even… take that Friday off.