There’s so much white noise that it becomes an effort to focus. Even silence becomes noise after a while, when I’m so used to being stimulated.
I’d like to find the time to think deeply and fully, but life has a mind of its own, and decides to either go into overdrive, or slows down to a snail’s pace. I know what it’s like to hit that sweet spot between exhaustion and slow-motion. It feels like flying. Like you’re a well-tuned machine on a smooth road, racing yourself.
There’s still so much to do. There will always be much to do, and to learn. In our half-conscious demands to be constantly, passively entertained, we forget that it’s possible to do away with boredom as long as we can change the way we see the world. The present moment is always full of possibility, subject to endless change if only we would allow ourselves to see it.
Time to step away from the screen.