Slowing Down, Tasting Life

As the pace of life becomes quicker, I find myself eating faster, ready to get on to other things. There is a an organization heading the Slow Food movement, whose goal is to “counteract fast food and fast life”.

As I get busier, I move at a faster pace, and I lose sight of the moment. I no longer taste my food, and I no longer taste the essence of my life. Everything disappears into the hole of hunger, not to be thought of again.

But what am I missing out on by such a quick pace?

I miss the slow moments of my daughter’s childhood as she works to learn a new skill. I miss the conversation unfolding with my spouse, topics wandering here and there. I miss the satisfaction of seeing works I have completed in their entirety. I miss the pleasures of life as I propel myself down the street of life at a break-neck speed.

I have been considering how much I really need to re-implement my day of rest. A full day where I can do as I like, no work involved, would be wonderfully refreshing. What I noticed about my past experience with this day of rest is that the pace of the day extends into the week, and I experience life more fully for having that small break.

What is the price you are willing to pay to get the feeling of life back? For me, one day of non-doing is small enough.


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