Today is Saturday.
I told myself that I was going to read a book because I’ve been working every weekend. But my mind just couldn’t stay still.

And somehow, I feel guilty when I spend time with art.

But if we look at it differently, perhaps everything we create through our expression is also a form of work.

Why does the need to be productive become our nature?
Why do we start to see time spent reading or making art as something unproductive?

Why?

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