Don’t ask questions. Don’t give answers. Don’t think. Don’t speak.
Seems we don’t always have time to stop, these days.
And when we’re forced to – stop – we get impatient. Like wherever we are going, is so much more important than where we are. So we’re waiting in line, or we’re stuck in traffic, and we’re looking at our phone, or twitching impatiently – because we’re uncomfortable being still.
What’s with that?
We’re in this age where we always have to be ‘on’ or ‘available’. We’re always connected, and yet we are more disconnected than we have ever been.
When do we take time to just breathe it all in? When do we take time to sit with ourselves and just contemplate, drift off, wonder and daydream? And when do we get to experience those grand ideas that were once born of boredom?
While we are standing in that queue, or waiting in that traffic jam we are being afforded time to stop, and be still. We are being given time to notice the little things (they are really big things).
Time is a gift.
If we let the peace of any given moment wash over us we might notice a stranger smiling, a child laughing, we might inadvertently avoid catastrophe, meet the love of our life… or we might just get to indulge in stillness, peace and our own happiness.