A vague, ill-defined feeling of uneasiness is behind so much of what we do.
Look for yourself and see–is something we might label “restlessness” there in the background? Is it what gets you up from the couch, doing something “productive” rather than rest? Is it what runs you around from rest to the refrigerator, to your phone, to buy/do/consume/help something?
What happens when you sit? When you’re not productive, helpful, or useful, not contributing in any way?
Can you even imagine what life might be like if that vague feeling of restlessness wasn’t a problem? If you just sat and felt it? If it had no power to get you up and run you around all the time?