Remove the running shoes?
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare
— William Henry Davies
I still remember when Sister Annie (my English teacher from second grade) read this poem loud out in class.She explained what the poem meant to convey , none of us in class really understood then, but now it all makes sense.
I have been running for many years, for I mistook life as some kind of race, as everyone around me was running. I never wanted to be left behind. I lived as if I am going to live forever. I did not know my neighbours name. I did not spend much time with family because I believed like me, they were also going to be forever. But then one day I fell ill, like really ill (I never felt like that ever before), and I could not run that day and for few more days. It’s then during those days I realized life is no race. We make a living to have a better life, not otherwise. I decided to slow down. Made a list of things I needed to experience/accomplish that really matter to me. I moved back with family. I started taking care of the only place I am ever going to live in — my body . I am happy person now even though I have lots still pending on my bucket list.
I want you all to step back, think of all that really matters to you. Ask yourself if you know your neighbours? If you spend time with your parents? If you get enough time to take care of your health? If you are doing the work that makes you happy? If the answers are mostly No then you need to slow down my friend.