Busy: (adj) having a great deal to do.
“Busy as a bee.”
But if you think about the normal day of a bee, it’s more the life of a hippie at a commune.
They fly off, check out the flowers, and while there, they pick up some nectar–and then they fly back to their hive, buzzing and maybe taking the long way home.
They contribute their nectar to the general well-being–the ongoing project, the commune’s goal. They spend a little while enjoying their time with the other drones, dreaming of a day when they might have their moment with the queen.
And then they’re off again, at a respectable, but not break-neck pace, to enjoy more flowers, bring back more nectar and come into the hive with that age-old joke that most bees hate: what’s the buzz?
After this procedure is repeated a number of times at an enjoyable clip, the bee can proudly step back and say, “I made honey. I made the world a sweeter place. I have taken something that was in the flowers and created a substance that transfers that glorious juice into the tastebuds of human beings.”
Most of the people I see who say they’re busy are just frantic.
They don’t visit the flowers.
They don’t take the long way home.
And they sure as hell don’t make honey.