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Busy Bayne

Over the weekend, at my gig, I encountered someone I have not seen in years. He smirked, "I see that you're busy as always. Don't you ever grow tired of it?"

"No, sir. In fact, the one main reason why I stay so busy," I replied.

"Oh? What's that?"

"In the wake of mother's death, it reaffirmed something I innately knew - I read it off of a motivational poster but apply it daily. The purpose of life is to live a life of purpose. 'sides, there are fringe benefits, too."

"Really," he answers. He presses, "Which are?"

"One, you are rarely bored, have a dull moment, and don't have to search for adventure. Two, you socialize with many but different people, ideas, groups, and activities. That's a plus because we are humans, and part of the human condition is to socialize. BOOM, done. Three, necessity is the mother of invention. You need to be organized to be this busy to make it work effectively, so you naturally become uber organized."

"Seems to me you have this life business figured out," he smiles.

"Not quite. Still trying to figure out that 'one' thing," I rebuttal.

He let out a little laugh, "That's what I was getting to. All these activities are driving you to find that one thing to focus on."

"Exactly," I smiled.

You focus one thing in life, and all the rest doesn't matter or falls into place.

This has been your C Note - I've gotta get back to what I was doing, since I'm that busy!

'los; out

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