Oh, you are so busy, you tell everyone just how busy you are and insert the complaint of how exhausted you are. There are so many demands on your time. Your presence is always required. You must not miss a meeting, a lunch date, a happening. What if you are not present to make the right connection with an unknown but desirable someone who might push your interests farther forward? People admire just how much you accomplish, what efficient ways in which you use the time allotted you. Your list of engagements burgeons, so many obligations must be fulfilled.
But then it must be admitted that you are a force of will over time, situations, and other people. Do you even realize that once this life of yours ends so does all your importance?
Flash fiction. 2016