When we’re young, it seems like we’re gonna live forever. That there’s a limitless supply of sunrises, and the future looks like a straight road, stretching endlessly before us.
As we grow older, the we start to see there’s an end to the sunrises at some point, we realize that it’s less of a road, and more of a path, and sometimes (if we’re doing the right thing), no path at all. We realize that the road we’ve traveled is short, and we look back and wonder how the years could have passed by so quickly.
We get so busy, that we wear that business badge like a badge of honor. Look at me, look at how busy I can be. It’s like a status symbol.
But is it?
We keep lists of things to do, and we hurry to get through those items so that we can get to the next one, get to the next place, everything becomes nothing more than another item on a list to get checked off.
Do we listen to music to hurry and get to the last note, or do we listen to the song? We we travel just to get to our destination, or do we enjoy the trip? Life’s a journey, not a destination, we should all try to enjoy the time we have, with the people we have.
Maybe we could be looking less with our eyes. Maybe we can be listening less with our ears. Maybe we can look and listen with our hearts. Stop, and listen to your soul, what’s it telling you? If we can’t hear it, maybe it’s time to stop and listen.