High Drive

It's incredible to think how much has happened in the last couple weeks, and how much is going to happen in the weeks to come. Sometimes, actually more than not, I find myself not being in touch with life and time. I let my mind run faster than I can possibly keep up with. 

It's normal, right?

Think about it. How fast do we live our lives? What "speed" do you have to be in to be able to function? How many cups of coffee do you have to drink to wake up? Why do you need that new car that can go up to 180 mph (but still very Eco-friendly)? That cell phone of yours in your hand or pocket, or laptop sitting at your desk or on your lap? How fast can it go? Is it on that new "faster-and-better" service that can bring up a page in under .2 seconds? Or has it's own secretary at the command of your voice? 

I'm just as guilty, really. My days are permanently in high drive, but I somehow find time to try and slow down when I can. I find time for the people I know, for the friends I've been close with, and the ones I've loved. I get caught up in the speed. My emotions are the first to feel it and fall to it. To crumble under the speed and then thinking clearly is completely thrown out the window. And then I'm thrown back down to reality where things have taken a turn for the worse.

But we can be repaired.

Take time to think, to be thankful for the things you have and the things that you were given, for the people you've known and for the ones you have loved or still love. On the subway or the bus, before work in the morning while you're drinking that fifth cup of coffee before braving the traffic, or after work or school. Don't become so wrapped up and cocooned in the speed of things where you can't see what could be right in front of you the entire time. 

You'll never know what will turn up if you live without your finger glued to the fast-forward button. 

Thanks for listening