A trend crossed my mind lately: everyone seems to be busy away on something. "To be gainfully employed," an enlighted colleague suggest. "To be seen not working is a sin," another echoed.

Unfortunately I cannot attest to those statement even in my most honest moments of sanity. It seems sad that we have to make pretense of work when there aren't any available. An observant colleague mentioned that people are afraid to take time off to have fun. Being seen having fun is a bigger sin than not seen working.

I am just wondering since when did the notion insinuate and perpertuate. It seems really a tad sad that the daily labour becomes the melting pot of stress and anxiety. Spending half a day in a stress pot is hardly what I deem humane. The pressure cooker will one day burst if no one bothers to let out the steam.

The appeal of pretense dwindles with each passing day. The meaning have perhaps been lost in the depths of the ocean, somewhere out there.