Life takes time to live.
It unfolds at its own pace. And as I often have to remind myself many times, it’s generally slower than my overactive mind. But slower isn’t necessarily bad. Neither is it good. It’s just the difference between my expectations and reality.
So these days when I catch myself hurrying and wishing for the future to come sooner (trust me, it happens a lot), I ask: “What is so bad about the present that I need to rush forward?“
99% of the time the answer is: “Nothing, I’m just impatient and prefer to live in the imaginary future.”