The wind taps against my windowpane.
Whispers.
Words like opportunity,
Possibility.
Pointing
To new roads untraveled.
Signaling softly, quietly,
But persistently,
That time is flying by.-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Between work and chores and obligations, the days seem impossibly short. Momentary. Fleeting. Coming and going so fast, how will we ever catch up?
But the simple truth is: Time is not flying. We are.
If you zoom, mind and body, through each and every minute, make today the day you slow down. Just a notch at first. You may find the span between sunrise and sunset stretches a bit longer than you imagined and that it is rife with beauties you never noticed.
After all, life is not about efficiency. And richness is absent from rushing.
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