“The Pace of Things.

H,

The pace of things has always loomed larger than the actual substance of
things. Maybe this is because we were only just recently what is generally defined
as “young”. In that construct, everything was dizzy with beating the imaginary
clock of youth. You had to make your mark young, you had to do everything as young
as possible, it was vital to be young and good at everything or at the very
least something useful or overt or “inspiring” or profitable. We were always
measuring: finishing school, the first job, car, house, rent, place, and
income. Then how quick to get married, children so you do not take toddlers to
school in your fifties, and so on and so on.

Then you hit the outer years. What is the path to glory? What have we
done so far? What will be the sum of these days? And on and on this went, almost
unchecked by reason till we are always running, burrowing deep into our worth
to keep pace with these ideas of who we should all be but no one remembers who
started this race and who blew the whistle and who set out the barriers, the
goal or who we should meet for fulfilment once we breast the final tape.

We truly need to slow down. We are eternal beings pretending to be
temporal ones. Life will never be one moment or one opportunity, it is not one
bolt of failure or one shiver of success. It is too dynamic to be put in one
context and too broad and powerful to be affected by time. We are here for the
long haul and the long haul never ends. We will outlast all the petty
validations we seek, we are made for more than just writing on the great beach
of the now until the tide comes in and it is all lost to the water. We are made
for the divine. And we should remember, first once in a while and then more consistently,
to act accordingly.