ON THE WAY (4)
On my way to the one I already was, listen what happened to me ... I was awake I thought, but walked through life asleep, said who knew to me. Busy with was gone, with still had to come, never there was a now.
I lacked attention, so much was clear. Slowing down, no other option I had. Following that device, I flourished unknown joy. Not for long. Stubborn as I was, I wanted too much too soon again, so my joy was gone.
| Slow down, again and again. | march 2018 |