Sometimes I want things to move fast. Because I want to soon arrive. I can’t wait to submerge in the new experience, new adventure, and the happiness ever after. I’m so thrilled with the tingle of anticipation to get there. Even though any ever-afters are merely a fantasy.
But the wisemen (and rarely women) said, relax. They prudently compose some wisdom. Revealing, whispering, advising, commanding, screaming the lessons. Reminding me to always enjoy the journey, to embrace the boredom, to own merrily every little things, to accept gracefully the big things.
Do not rush, says the voice within.
Why would you fast forward when you can’t rewind? Why wouldn’t you slow down and relish the beauty and the ugly? You know happiness lies in the journey towards the destination. You know that climax may only be a one-second sensation.
So do not dash, darling. The time will quickly pass without you’re knowing.