Too much email, not enough life
Will you invest your time in what really matters to you, or will your tombstone ultimately read like this:
Here lies John, who passed away
While answering his email one day.
No friend, no child, no loving mate
Could keep poor John from working late.
With each new mail, he worked like hell
To click ”reply” instead of “del.”
A prompt response he’d always give
But somehow he forgot to live.
Ouch. Sounds horribly like me.