We rush about our busy lives. Appointments. Deadlines. Meetings. Emergencies.
From the moment we open our eyes to the moment our head hits the pillow at night. You feel like you've done so much for the day. And yet, you can't recall what you did.
Every step feels rushed. Time equates money. Time measures efficacy. Time the benchmark of productivity.
Life starts to pass by in a whirl. Like a gust of wind. No time to stop. From one thing on to the next. Even sleep is like a rush.
The things you love begin losing its lustre. Like a cup of coffee without its aroma. Like a basketball that has lost its bounce.
Stop. Listen. Look. Breath.
Pause. Did you hear that? That's your heartbeat.
Pause. Did you see that? Life continues even when you pause.
Pause. Did you feel that? That's what it feels to stop and breath.
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