Last night my wife and I discussed the idea that I am too efficient. It was brought up by me. Yes, there is such a thing as being too efficient. Those who are too efficient become lifeless, always concerned with saving time, cutting into the quality of life they would otherwise have. It's not unlike the march of efficiency that capitalism has pledged over the centuries, rendering many processes in modern times robotic. I don't feel dead, however I have always felt something was missing from my personality (perhaps there are others?). Today I am trying to slow things down and focus on quality of time rather than quantity. Because life is short, it is easy to forget. Not so with my wife, who isn't trying to impress people with how prolific she is, though motherhood itself is the most admirable of occupations. It's time to take a step back, focus on what's in front of me. Perhaps re-read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance or Gilead. Both books helped me see how it was possible to find joy in adulthood. But even if I fail, my family still gives me enough of it.
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