In our productivity-obsessed era, we treat busyness as a badge of honor. Yet could this cultural veneration of perpetual hustle be blinding us to the reasons we’re so frantically trying to outrun ourselves? So often, our ceaseless doing merely covers for an unwillingness to sit with the existential angst catalyzing our restlessness. We drown out the whisperings prompting us towards deeper self-inquiry with a deafening litany of tasks and distractions. But no amount of achievement can ever satiate the soul’s longing for profound meaning, intimacy and homecoming. These soulful yearnings can only be met by courting the very stillness we habitually flee from. It’s within the spacious pauses between our roles and appointments that we seamlessly unfurl into our most liberated altogetherness. Resting in sheer beingness, our obsessive human-doings spontaneously alchemize into simple, compassionate, joyfully integrated beings.