I'm In A Rush
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a race. I have no idea who I'm racing or what the prize is, but I'm in this great hurry. I have to get this life done before it's too late.
I have to publish that book. I have to lose that weight. I have to find that man. I have to adopt that kid. I have to acquire wisdom, become healthy, run that marathon.
Why are we moving so fast? Where are we going? What happened to sitting back and enjoying life? What are we going to do once we are done with all that we are rushing to do?
I personally think I need to lay low a little. This constant buzzing busy that is in our culture is beginning to annoy me. If you ask any person how their life is going you will hear two responses, 'I'm tired.' or 'I'm busy.' This is our new mantra.
We are too busy to sit and watch the sunset. We are too busy to sit by the dock of the bay and talk to each other about whatever we feel like. We are too busy to do nothing. When was the last time you sat around doing nothing for no reason whatsoever?
Why is that important? Psychologists say that you cannot be creative if every five seconds you are checking your phone and reading emails or Facebook. You need some space to think about nothing in order to become creative. We need silence sometimes. Complete nothingness.
Think about it, the universe probably came out of nothing. All creativity probably came out of silence and complete nothingness. We have no way of knowing that for sure, but it seems like something always comes from nothing.
We are always so obsessed with something. Things. Lots and lots of things. That is why people do meditation and quiet the mind. It is an attempt to shut off the mind from thinking about anything. Think about nothing and basically, you are meditating.
It sounds a little ridiculous, why would you want to think about nothing, do nothing and kind of be nothing? I think it may be the only way to become something or someone. To notice the emptiness around life, the quiet, the silence.
I know I need to slow down. If my body is not moving too fast, I know my mind is. It skips around, jumps around, from one worry to another thing on my to-do list. I want to be able to just relax.
Before I wrote this blog post I was worried that I didn't post it on time because I woke up late this morning. So what? It's the holidays. I'm allowed to sleep in and not do everything on time. I'm allowed to be late to the party.
Whether it be in my professional life or my personal life, I need to take a deep breath and look around me and slow down. Life is not a race. There is no winner and there is no loser. We are all going at our own pace, stopping for the sites we want to see, and doing what we have to do for ourselves.
Luckily I have no idea when I am going to die. I have all this time. Why am I not enjoying it? Time is not something that we own, but something we live through. How are we living through it? Perhaps there is no real destination except right here, where we are.
We are already where we are racing to be.
nina