The Principle Of Poco a Poco
I have to admit, I am a late bloomer. In mostly, everything.
I’m not the type of person who likes hurrying up all the time. A large part of me is an introvert, a Phlegmatic, with a big kick of Melancholic. When I was a child, I’m always asking myself why I felt different when with other kids. While the others are physically pulling and pushing each other, teasing one to the brink of tears and ending their joyous combat wit naughty laughter, I’m nowhere in the chaotic scene. My preference is to watch them from a distance and smile at the whole comical scenario. I remember at some time, fear tugs in my heart, empathizing with the victim, wondering what’ll happen if I was in that person’s place.
When I was a teenager, my friends love to push me forward with anything. Because it’s the best time for the best mischief, everyone in high school and college feels that they have to do something really crazy to establish their motto: “young, wild and free“. I was young, not wild, and probably not feeling free, so whenever I force myself to jump in their whims, I just cringe.
People around me are always hurrying up. I wonder if they’re always running out of time when we’re given the same amount of hours per day. So many things to do. So many people to meet. So many parties to attend. So many situations to experience. Sometimes, those around me tend to be pushovers, telling me to do this and that because I need to feel this and that. I just smile and sometimes nod, but at the back of my head, it’s clear; I know my direction. I know who I am now.
Which is why I take my time.
A lot of time. As many time as needed. I am a person who needs as much room and leeway before I take a step. Even a small step. I’m not usually the one who acts out of impulse. Every decision I make is urged by a tug in my heart, assuring me that “It’s time. You can do this.”
The most surprising thing is, I take big leaps.
No, not frequent, short ones; but massive, live-changing rare ones. But the thing about it is this: my jumping from Point A to Point B was never abrupt. It was never take-this-chance-or-you’ll-lose-it-forever warning. It’s more like a bravery-inducing, divinely-guided process and it feels like the whole universe is working with you. You could feel it in your bones. You are assured of what to come. Even if it seems, in human eyes, a bit slow.
My advice for you? Take your time.
You’re not stuck. You just need to see with new eyes. Do something different. Knock on different doors and see which ones open for you. Enjoy lazy days and make great use of productive days. Indulge in your every moment. Savor the little things.
After all, the best dishes are the ones cooked the longest.
Originally published at ohmarvelous.com on January 28, 2015.