I think our discomfort with rest comes from more than just habit. We treat stillness like a threat, as if slowing down might reveal something we'd rather not face. But constant motion is not always purpose. Often, it’s just avoidance.
To relax is not to give up, but to return. It’s a way of remembering that you exist beyond what you produce. It restores rather than escapes. It allows the self to be present without performance or explanation.
Rest is not laziness. It is clarity. It reminds us that we are not machines, and that our value has never depended on how fast we move.