Sometimes I feel like it doesn’t matter how fast I move, I’m not going to be able to keep pace with the world. Then I wonder why I’m trying to.
I also wonder if people throughout the ages have felt this same way, or if it’s just now that things feel like they’re moving faster than the speed of light.
All I want to do is slow down and savour. I want to “stop the glorification of busy”. But I still have a mortgage to pay, so in the short term, there’s still some need for hustle.