William Shakespeare

Why am I tired

Why am I so tired? 'Tis a question that I oft ponder. Is it because I stayed up all night, deep in thought, attempting to unravel the mysteries of the universe? Mayhap, for I have been known to be a bit of a night owl. Or is it because I spent the day running hither and thither, always on the go? That too could be the cause. Yet, I think the real answer lies in something much deeper. Methinks my exhaustion comes from a lack of balance in my life. I tarry too long in the realm of work and worry, and not enough in the realm of rest, relaxation, and joy. I must strive to find a balance between the two, for if I do not, I shall surely be too tired for either. 'Tis true, I am but a mere mortal and can only do so much in a day. I must remember that I am but one man, and my energy is finite. Therefore, I must ration it carefully, lest I be too tired to enjoy life. So, why am I tired? The answer is simple. I am tired because I am not embracing the balance that I need in my life. I must strive to find a balance between work and play, between action and rest, and between worry and joy. Then, and only then, will I be able to find the energy to do all the things I wish to do.