Time. It’s strange how sometimes weeks can fly by, but sometimes a few minutes feel like hours.
Most people seem to live such fast-paced lives; we’re always rushing. I noticed it particularly when I was working in London. Even when you’re not actually dashing from one commitment to another, there’s something about being in the city that speeds everything up. You rush to get on the underground. Slow-walking tourists annoy you and having to queue for more than a minute has you tapping your foot impatiently and muttering under your breath about why some people take so long.
Often we’re so busy trying to cram everything into our already-overflowing lives that we rarely take the time to enjoy the experience of doing something. Obviously there are some things that you just want over as quickly as possible. Trips to the dentist, for example.
A few years ago I spent a few months travelling around New Zealand and Australia. The opportunity to step off the treadmill was an enlightening experience. With few responsibilities, it was the perfect opportunity to really experience everything – to be in the moment.
Unfortunately, real life beckoned me back before long. But feeling of being in the moment is something I’ve tried to hold on to. A few minutes a day can be enough. And it doesn’t have to be anything extraordinary. Sitting looking out of my window and watching the sun glinting off the water made me realise how lucky I am to live in such a beautiful place.
And it also gave me an idea for a short story…