Life moves at a rattling pace. The world around us spins, people are always “on,” and the constant get-ahead mentality is pervasive.
I don’t necessarily dislike it, but it is disquieting. And sometimes I just like quiet. I like slow rhythms; not pulsating and winding like car engines, but more like waves on a beach.
I’m learning that I don’t have to move at the same pace as the world around me. I’m not going to get flattened by someone else going faster than me. I’m not actually going to get behind. Because I believe that the steady, slow, crashing-of-the-waves rhythm will outlast the drumming-of-the-car-engine rhythm. It has a better track record of longevity.
And that’s really what matters. Sustainability. Something that’s worth it, and that’s lasting.
If you’re going to run the race, at least run it in such a way that you’ll obtain the prize.
The tortoise always wins.