Is it just me, or does the obsession with "optimizing" every single minute of our lives feel a lot like those old factory time-and-motion studies? Like we're all just little cogs in some self-improvement machine, churning out efficiency instead of actual joy. Maybe a little inefficiency is where the good stuff happens.
Is it just me, or does the obsession with "optimizing" every single minute of our lives feel a lot like those old factory time-and-motion studies? Like we're all just little cogs in some self-improvement machine, churning out efficiency instead of actual joy. Maybe a little inefficiency is where the good stuff happens.
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