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PUNiSHED FOR SITTING STILL

Some may say: "I feel as if I am justifying procrastination by meditating. Like I’m wasting my life by jumping down a rabbit hole to find something I already have." 

My response: Ah, but you see, the tension you feel is the natural push and pull between two illusions: the illusion of productivity and the illusion of wasting time. You’ve spent your life building, striving, achieving—carving out your fortune as though constructing a monument to effort itself. And now, as you turn inward, seeking the subtler truths, anxiety whispers that you’ve wandered too far from familiar territory, that this “rabbit hole” of spirituality is unproductive, frivolous, or even dangerous.

But let us pause for a moment and ask: productive by whose measure? Wasting time by whose clock? These concepts are the currency of the world you’ve mastered, the scaffolding of a system that prizes doing over being, acquiring over knowing. You were taught that success is measurable, that a life well-lived is a life accounted for. Yet here you are, sensing the faint echo of something deeper—a longing not to produce, but to simply exist.

This rabbit hole you speak of is not a diversion but a revelation. It is the opening of a door you’ve always known was there, yet never dared to enter. Spiritual practice is not an abandonment of productivity but a redefinition of it. It is the art of cultivating inner spaciousness, of unearthing the richness of being that lies beneath the machinery of doing. And far from being wasted, time spent in this way expands—rippling outward, touching everything you touch, shaping the quality of all your work and relationships.

Your anxiety is a relic, a vestige of a life spent believing you must earn your right to exist. But here’s the paradox: existence requires nothing of you. It is its own gift. The same energy that built your fortune, that drove you forward, is the very energy that now calls you to stillness. Productivity is no longer a matter of what you make, but how deeply you live.

Willie Nelson’s song, “Still Is Still Moving to Me,” comes to mind. It’s no accident that his words resonate so profoundly: “Still is still moving to me.” What a simple and brilliant reflection of life’s paradoxes! Stillness, Willie reminds us, is not stagnation. It’s the dynamic center around which everything else revolves. The stillness within is not idle; it’s alive, vibrant, and essential. It’s the source of all movement, just as the hub of a wheel is what allows it to spin.

So perhaps, as you meditate, you’re not procrastinating at all. Perhaps you’re rediscovering the stillness that fuels meaningful motion. And if you’re worried about wasting time, remember that time itself is an illusion! The only moment you have is now, and what better way to spend it than sinking deeply into your being?

So, step fully into this rabbit hole. Explore its winding paths not as an escape from the world but as a journey back to yourself. You may find that the work you’ve always done becomes even more meaningful—not because you do more of it, but because it flows from a place of clarity, connection, and presence. After all, the most profound productivity is not measured in things created, but in the depth of the life that creates them.








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