Scientists tell us that the fastest animal on earth, with a top speed of 120 feet per second, is a cow that has been dropped out of a helicopter

I began at 8 am. Head down, eyes on the screen, fingers flying across the keyboard. Read, process, complete, email. The work just screams off my desk. I can’t be distracted, my concentration is intense. 10, 20, 30 jobs finished. A crick in my neck, a low ache in my back; I sit back and stretch. Glance at the clock, 2pm. The day is nearly done in a blink of an eye. For a moment I feel satisfied and, well, proud.

I get up and stretch, decide to walk outside around the building. I wonder why I never allow myself to feel my accomplishments. Why I drive myself on to the next challenge. Why can’t I allow myself to relax and enjoy what I have done? I realize I can’t even walk slowly, breath deeply, and enjoy the blue sky. My mind is already back in front of that screen, flying through the next challenge, ignoring everything around me.

This must be why they call it work.

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