You are fast.
So fast that you stop for nothing.
You whiz past the world.
The sunsets, street musicians, a Monet, whipped cream cupcakes,
new bookstores, old friends, sandpipers on the beach, stand up comedians
and empty highways.
Everything is a blur.
You are stuck in fast forward.
An ultimate rushaholic. Success seeker. Going through his motions.
Racing through life rather than actually living it.
And suddenly it's all over.
Break away from the breakneck pace.
Uncomplicate. Untie. Unwind.
Find time to find yourself.
Breathe, don't just inhale. Feel, don't just touch.
Find, don't just look.
Live every second, don't just cound them.
Stand in a rushing stream rather than rush hour traffic.
Give a genuine response rather than a quick answer.
Seek a real connection rather than a mere plug point.
Slow up. Because the earth took billions of years to form.
And you took nine months to come to being.
Slow up, because the best things in life take their own sweet time.