We move too fast and feel too less.
A normal morning would look like a synchronous stretch with the alarm, followed by large swigs of water and a slow walk to the loo.
With your half-open eyes you would switch on your phone’s internet and be met with the cadence of notifications which don’t feel like Beethoven- you being the bearer of anxious-filled lists that have already started looking like unsurmountable mountains in your head.
We run more and feel less.
Our breathing also feels like one participating at a marathon — doing broad jumps from one heat to the next. When we do have the time (a lot of it), we’re just so used to doing things quickly, instantly, right then and there that we forget to keep stuff at the back-burner. Or maybe we do, while we gorge episode and episode of a binge-worthy series and charge ourselves guilty for not being productive enough.
One line of appreciation wells up our eyes with the salty liquid, that doesn’t get as much as a wipe- and there we are — already a part of the next activity — drying our eyes out scrolling- and scrolling like a meth head.
If we so much as sit down doing nothing at all for 5 minutes- and stare into space. Could we do that? Could we look at the painting in this article for 30 full seconds, without our mind wandering?
God forbid, if we’re sitting outside staring into oblivion, people would think you’ve gone nuts.
We want to do everything together and yet be mindful- we want to crack the EUREKA out of every creative idea- only to be broken into pieces when it’s disapproved or given the tag of yeah, it’s ‘nice’.
We want people to describe what they felt or feel about us more, but that’s something that we ourselves don’t do as often.
On and on we go, feeling so busy and yet holding on to the device that’s chewing off the focus from our heads. It’s never an earth-shattering revelation, we know it but we stay- a little bit too stuck to being zombie-ish in the way we live.
When you talk to a person from another era- it feels like a soothing balm that’s been applied to your ass that’s just so tired of circling around. You crave for that life that wasn’t so instant, where gratification wasn’t a BlinkIt affair.
Your focus is at an all-time high right now, and just as you were getting into it, you’re distracted by something else.
But in the end, when it’s all done and stars — and you sit out there- curled up with your book- finishing chapter by chapter and having a fun session of just being- it’s then you feel grateful for the few things that can’t be ordered within minutes, but require daily insertions to turn into life-long habits
