If I could cheat life and have more time then I’ll be fine. I’ve been wearing vest over a buttoned shirt for work and I realized then that if I ironed only the sleeves, I’d be saving minutes enough to play an extra song a day on my guitar. Ha! I pride myself with coming up with practical and creative solutions, I get occasional free meals off it.
Driving to work, I used to scamper for parallel streets and undiscovered road detours just to keep that sense of movement. It’s as if traffic build-up causes a rash reaction that needs to be avoided. I also used to pride myself of knowing multiple ways to get to work, my wife finds it unbelievable now when I submit to a line of cars running at 20kph and resist to look for other ways. Whatever happened to “practical and creative solutions”?
Did my will break? In a world of choices, compromise seems an ugly word. And in youth, resistance is a romantic pursuit, acceptance is poison shoved to the throats of the weak. But then, after running fast, as fast as the 20’s that ran past, I now begin to value the peace found in the extra minute spent in chores and the quality of a well ironed shirt.
I no longer feel the need to find a way to get to point B quickly, just get there early. Or more importantly, I just need to be a kinder person on the road and hopefully it will make a difference. Kindness, I learned, is a much tougher task to incorporate to all aspects of our being.
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