5 A Hectic Life



A Hectic Life 



It is very simple to allow ourselves, to become overloaded. By overloaded I mean to have a diary full of things that have to be done. So often the evidence hangs in a prominent place as a constant and daily reminder of how hectic life has become.

There is a lovely and very true story of a famous archaeologist who was working in deepest Peru. He had employed local tribesmen, to help carry all the needed equipment to the site of the dig. After many hours of travelling through difficult terrain, the locals laid down their loads and sat down refusing to go any further. Despite all the protestations of the archaeologist and the persuasion, he could not get them to move. Through a translator, he explained that he was paying them above the expected rate, and he expected them to cooperate with him. In spite of all, they refused to move.

Then all of a sudden without a word they all stood up picked up their loads and resumed the journey. There seemed to be a complete change of attitude among all of them. Once again, they sang as they travelled.

When the bewildered archaeologist asked what had happened and what the stop was all about, he was told, "They could not move any further because they had been moving too fast and they had to wait for their souls to catch up."

Now, whether you believe in a soul or not, there is a strong message here in this tale. We all have to take some time to allow our inner being to catch up. To steady our lives, take time out to gather ourselves and our thoughts before making haste yet again. 

So, before you get about the business of the day, relax for a moment, gather your thoughts, and then enjoy it. Take time to let your inner being catch up with you.


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