Doing Nothing

I am perpetually amazed at how much time i can spend doing nothing. The hours somehow slip by and I realise I haven't done anything productive. It would be kind of impressive if it wasn't so sad. Part of the problem is I look forward to doing nothing as part of my downtime. When I get really busy with work or whatever I can't wait for a break so that I can officially do nothing. The other thing of course that amazes me is that no matter how much nothing I do I always feel like I could have done more nothing, like I never quite get all my nothing done. These feelings and desires to just do nothing are of course coupled with a sense of guilt over my lack of productivity and a certain remorse that I haven't spent my time wiser. I could have written a book, learned a musical instrument, exercised or some other worthwhile endeavour and yet when it comes down to it, as much as I would love to accomplish some of these things and realise I should probably organise my life better, when I get a bit of free time my goal is always to do nothing. Just sit back relax and bask in the renewing power of nothingness.