#NaPoWriMo If your identity lies in what you do and not what you be, you can never really be. You are bound by shackles to your doing, sans a moment of quietude. Your existence centred around your action, would you ever rest? If the world doesn't need what you do, would you still do it? If not, what would you make of you? If building bridges is what you do, I wonder what's made of you when there are enough bridges. Would you hope for a river to surface out of the blue? What you do, is bread for the day. What you be, is food for the soul. Remember, my friend, you are a human being, not a human doing. Dead Poets' Society, anyone? #napowrimo