Time moves fast. Doesn't mean you have to.
Stop and smell the roses, both literally and figuratively.
“Time is money.”
What a sad way we’ve been conditioned to live.
I often find myself counting down the minutes until something is over, or fantasizing about the future. It’s like the world we live in doesn’t allow for enjoyment of the present. Capitalism doesn’t work if everyone is content and satisfied with their reality, and not yearning for the unattainable. Capitalism doesn’t allow for the working class to stop and smell the roses and appreciate what it means to live. That’s why any chance I get to take back from these conniving corporations and pour it back into myself, I do so unapologetically and without shame.
I have to put me first and I do, without hesitation.
When I wake up in the morning, I sit up in the bed for a moment. Taking in the fact that it was all just a dream. I look at my window to the right. What color is the sky, has the sun began to rise yet?
When I catch myself counting down the minutes at work, I choose to redirect it from a time of suffering. Instead I read an article, do some writing/research, maybe even some online shopping window shopping 🙂.
When i’m at the bar waiting for a drink, it doesn’t feel like im waiting on anything. I sit enjoying the furniture under me, supporting my weight. I look around and take in the ambience of the restaurant. I look at the people conversing around me. What they’re wearing, what the person that they chose to sit across from looks like. I make an effort to appreciate the present that i’m in. Just enjoy being.
I only have one life to live and every minute that pass brings be closer to death. Why wait and stick around if just to suffer? I’m surrounded by the beauty that is Earth and its inhabitants. There’s beauty in the way air fills my lounges, beauty in the way leafs turn gold and free fall, beauty in the way trees bare fruit, beauty in the sounds of the waves that wash over and kiss the shore deeper and deeper each time, beauty in taste of a medium well done steak, beauty in the way a Moscow Mule tickles my senses, and beauty in the cripping, immersive phenomenom we call an orgasmn.
This life takes a lot from me, the give and take of living within a society, I suppose. & If I allow it to, it will take so much more from me than necessary. There’s one thing they could never take……
Tomorrow isn’t promised and i’d hate to unknowingly spend my last moments doing anything, but enjoying, appreciating the moment i’m existing in right now.
This is why I do not mind being early to meet ups xx
such a precious, loving, reminder. gratitude for this.