I wasn’t doing any hard labor. I didn’t spend long hours in the sun.
But I felt just as exhausted at the end of the day.
I spent nearly an hour in traffic commuting to work, risking my life and destroying my car—the cost of suburban living and urban work.
I was stressed out before I even got to my job which was often stressful itself.
Then another hour in traffic.
I fought going to sleep because that meant the next day would come sooner.
I didn’t even notice how tired I really was until I changed jobs. I had become accustomed to it.
I had accepted it.
Rest Means Freedom
We don’t often realize we are held in bondage if the chains are metaphysical. The chains of alcoholism, workaholism and lust may not be material, but they are real.