Post by Christina on Dec 17, 2020 22:43:08 GMT
This seems like a good book.
While reading the book back then I was instantly drawn to one character in particular: Rabbit. Oh, Rabbit. The chapter in particular is “Bisy Backson” (Chapter 6 I think). In it, Rabbit goes looking for Christopher Robin, but comes to find this note:
Bisy Backson means “Busy, Back Soon” by the way (misspellings of course are common in Milne’s books). Well, the note send Rabbit off on a wild goose chase, cornering his friends into telling him where Christopher Robin went. No one seems to be able to give Rabbit the answer he wants, and he darts off to keep looking for it. The chapter also tells other stories (like “Old Man and his Shadow” and “The Teahouse vs The Hamburger Stand“) to further illustrate the Bisy Backsons and why it is not always good to feel IMPORTANT and BUSY.
A “Bisy Backson” cannot seem to stay in one place for a short time. They are constantly on the move, trying to get ahead. They rush here and there, with little time to enjoy the simple things. All that hustle and bustle can indeed cause some unneeded stress in one’s life.
It’s a valuable lesson that I keep contemplating but yet keep forgetting. That I am, indeed, a “Bisy Backson”. Being BUSY, I believe, makes me feel IMPORTANT. And being IMPORTANT makes me HAPPY.
Recently, there have been many days that I sit back and reflect on where my life is going. I’m always in a hurry. Going here, going there, but going WHERE? And for WHAT? And WHY?
The day seems over before it gets start. You get the kids to school, slog to work and back home. Then dinner, bedtime, and like Groundhog Day, it starts again the next morning. Weekends fly by between mundane laundry, an activity or two, and errands before Monday sneaks up on ya like a little brat.
I feel like in an effort to save time, I end up wasting more of it.
A “Bisy Backson” cannot seem to stay in one place for a short time. They are constantly on the move, trying to get ahead. They rush here and there, with little time to enjoy the simple things. All that hustle and bustle can indeed cause some unneeded stress in one’s life.
It’s a valuable lesson that I keep contemplating but yet keep forgetting. That I am, indeed, a “Bisy Backson”. Being BUSY, I believe, makes me feel IMPORTANT. And being IMPORTANT makes me HAPPY.
Recently, there have been many days that I sit back and reflect on where my life is going. I’m always in a hurry. Going here, going there, but going WHERE? And for WHAT? And WHY?
The day seems over before it gets start. You get the kids to school, slog to work and back home. Then dinner, bedtime, and like Groundhog Day, it starts again the next morning. Weekends fly by between mundane laundry, an activity or two, and errands before Monday sneaks up on ya like a little brat.
I feel like in an effort to save time, I end up wasting more of it.