Written on 29 October 2023
When I was younger, my life was a never-ending chase. It was a relentless race against time, always pursuing, always striving. I was on a mission to harness my freedom to create, to carve out my purpose in the world.
But as I've grown older, my relationship with time has transformed. We've become allies, time and I. I welcome time like an old kindergarten friend. I've learned the art of pausing, of stepping back from the constant buzz of life. It's about tuning in, truly listening — and I mean really listening, not just mentally preparing my next response or silently judging the speaker. It's tough, I won't lie. We're wired to have agendas and to form opinions as others speak, often without even realizing it.
I've started to give active consent to the information I absorb and the conversations I engage in. I've found a surprising joy in boredom; it's in those quiet moments that my mind finds its most creative sparks.
I make the effort to not feel rushed in really savoring little bits of life and the beauty thereof. Like enjoying making time to make food from scratch — to truly see the beauty and feel grateful for what comes with each simple plate. Because I've come to realise that to be grateful is to be mindful.
To be more patient in reading, vacuuming, and hanging laundry on the clothesline — without the need to listen to music or have films playing in the background for the sake of distraction.
I've learned to step away from things that merely distract rather than fulfill. To distance myself from what overstimulates rather than inspires. It's about awakening my heart and soul to the world, to both the seen and unseen truths. Because when I improve and grow, I'm in a better position to serve others. It's not just about pausing; it's about refining my focus, and channeling my energy into what truly matters. And in this stillness, I find my true purpose.
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