Coming of age
When I was a boy my father hated idleness in his children, in a way I didn't really understand. And so I was in constant worry of being found doing nothing. Yet now I've come to appreciate where he was coming from.
It is not the same as taking a well earned rest, or even time spent in recreation. It is a feeling of mental sloppiness and physical lethargy - and I truly loathe this feeling. It makes me wonder what else about him makes a lot more sense, especially now as I approach the age he was that corresponds to my earliest childhood memories.