In the real world full of workaholics, having a healthy work-life balance seems like a utopia.
Having about three hours in weeks when I had nowhere to be, nothing urgent to do, I wanted to just be. I could get into my frustrations with the basic settings of the society, where I am expected to please other people and when I dont, they feel entitled to be angry. But I will wonder instead, how come we still value time (our and that of other people) so little?
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