What is time, and why are we running with it?
Living in a fast pace environment
When walking slow on the street seems like a crime
When slow people have to be tolerated by the fast ones
When fast and high speed seem like what most people are worshipping
Walking past so many souls on the street
Fast pacing towards our next destination
Showing up annoyed faces when the word 'wait' shows up
Stepping on that accelerator like your grandpa owns a gas station
(I have to agree to the thrill of it for this particular case)
We power through our life swiftly
Day in and out
We are afraid of missing out in this modern society
We thrift to be the first to inform and informed
Out-dated is not a compliment for you-being-a-relax-individual
We do it so habitually
So habitually that we think when we sleep the time stops
And every eye opening moment together with sunrise mark a start for yet another race, a race where we do not really think about the finish line
When was the last time you walk slowly and not to worry about blocking people behind you (as a very conscious walker, walking on the busy streets is quite stressful to me, subconsciously)
An incident today at the train station inspired this blog
"As usual, passengers boarding the train are to wait for the alighting passengers to exit before proceeding..I queued up behind a young man, and waited to get up the train just like everybody else.
Train doors open, a white cane came out of the door after many legs as I was looking down. A man with impaired vision was trying to avoid the platform gap and walk out of the train, despite the squeezing and blocking. Obviously he was having a hard time, and didn't expect a help, so he didn't ask for help.
The young man, without hesitation, grabbed the man's hand and asked "Going downstairs, Sir?" And then he guided him down, missed his train, apparently."
I secretly admired and prayed for that young man, hoping that our society doesn't and won't change him.
Whose time is more important? Or is there a difference, at all?
Or it's more about quality, actually?
