The measure of our mindfulness, the touchstone for sanity in this society, is our level of productivity, our attention to responsibility, our ability to plain and simple hold down a job. If you’re still at the point when you’re even just barely going through the motions–showing up at work, paying the bills–you are still okay or okay enough. A desire not to acknowledge sadness in ourselves or those close to us–better known these days as denial, is such a strong urge that plenty of people prefer to think that until you are actually flying out of a window, you don’t have a problem.
