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When Life Feels Too Fast!
I’ve always struggled to understand the concept of time.
I’ve always struggled to understand the concept of time.
It slows down when things feel heavy, but speeds up during the happiest moments of my life.
As long as I can remember, I've had trouble with the inherent busyness of things—cars on crowded streets, people rushing not to be late to work, businessmen preparing to open. All of these seemed to be moving at a pace I was always accustomed to, dancing above these mundane niceties like clockwork.
But even with this routine, I find myself having to step back, as if to catch my breath even when my lungs are still functioning the way they should.
"When will life slow down for me?" I ask myself this day and day out.
Why am I still struggling to portray things as they are?
Why can’t I just paint the gentle ocean waves or tree leaves dancing in a windy air precisely?
But it's then I came to understand, that all it requires is how I move with poise while finding beauty even in the ordinary and learning to love myself completely, even when life gives so much suffering.
It's the invigorating atmosphere of a peaceful morning, the laughter I share with those I love, the soothing letting go of long walks under open heavens, that slow my previously rapid-beating heart and soothe the tempest of my racing mind.
Perhaps it’s not about healing everything all at once, but about softly returning to myself, again and again, with compassion, with patience, and with peace.
And perhaps, that’s what a sacred pause is really all about—a moment where life becomes soft, and I remember how to just be.
