When I was in school, we had an essay titled ‘On Doing Nothing’ by J. B. Priestley. The essay discusses the author’s views on idleness : fruitful idleness. Maybe, at that time, I was too young to understand the satirical content and tone of the author. But today, when I reread the essay, I realized the truth Priestley wanted to convey in his essay about not doing anything at some point in our life.