stop and smell the roses

Lately I've been wondering why we rush. Earlier this year as part of the Year 13 program, we went on a defensive driving course. We saw first hand the difference that driving 10km faster can make- and it's a big difference when you have an accident. Since then, I've been trying not to rush places. I'm generally an on-time person, in fact I hate being late. So when I am running late, it is easy for me to rush rush rush. But is it really worth it?
So now when I catch myself getting impatient at slow service from a sales assistant, or if someone looks harried, I remind myself - what's the rush? Why not let them go first?
After all, why not stop and smell the roses. Why not enjoy and savor that last mouthful of coffee. Why not get up slightly earlier so that I'm not rushed. And why not stop and take the time to have decent conversations with people instead of thinking that I need to be somewhere else....

those days when we wish it wasn't so

this post is dedicated to ang - for prompting me to write more......

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to run away? I mean really run away.
I've been pondering life and where it might take me. What would it be like to pack up and move overseas? Or to just walk out one day and never come back. But then I wonder if that's running away and won't really solve any of the problems that one might be running from. In fact, those problems will probably be there in that place wherever you might run to.

Lately I want to run away from it all. But the very thing that I want to run away from the most, will come with me everywhere I run.
Besides that baggage that each one of us carries, I'm talking about my arm. There are days I feel like it would be more comfortable to rip it off - today is one of those days.

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