Lately I've been thinking about time. About our relationship with it through the different phases of our life and particularly in this current pandemic situation. I can only speak for myself when I say this, but maybe some people would relate (like madonna):
time goes by so slowly It's completely different from life before coronavirus. I remember vividly how every day felt like a constant rush. Always being late to everything, always running after lost time. It's hard not to be affected by the stress hovering in the streets, the public transports, or in the supermarkets. Overall, it's just hard to keep up with the pace of modern life. In order to control the spread of the virus, we had to slow down (because it seemed like the best strategy). We also had to isolate, but let's forget how lonely we feel just for a second. To be honest, slowing down actually feels pretty good. I get to move at my own pace and the only stress I feel is the one I create so therefore, I also have the capacity to tune out from it. I finally have time to stop, be conscious and present, to think about what well-being means to me and how I can achieve it in a long-lasting way. Hopefully, we can introduce a little bit of this "slow living" idea into our lifestyles when things get back to normal. Just savoring the minutes instead of counting them. Time is not money and faster does not mean better.
(panoramic photos taken with my android phone)
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