Slow Down, You Move Too Fast…
…You’ve got to make the morning last.
Ahhhh. Attempting to spend this morning unhurried. Instead of partaking in my normal routine of go, go, go & do, do, do, I’m stopping to smell the roses. Why does it seem as though life moves faster the older you get?
I wish I could stop time. Ok, I’d settle for decreasing it’s tempo WAY down. There are so many moments I take a quick snapshot of and they turn into a memory in an instant. Wouldn’t it be something if we could arrange time? Decide how fast or slow it would move? Figure that out, Microsoft or Apple. I’d be one of those people spending the night on the concrete for that release!
My theory is if you have more finer moments in life, you’ll be more apt to enjoy them. If you’re enjoying every second, maybe the minutes and hours won’t seem as short. Take the time to open your eyes and look around. There are ways to stall time, you just have to get creative