The Fast Lane
Youth loves speed. Everything has to happen, yesterday.
I remember how impatience lived somewhere inside my stomach. It made itself felt with a butterfly type movement. Once something was begun, it had to be completed, brought to a rapid conclusion: the goal had to be achieved! Until that goal was achieved anxiety would not go away, it colored everything.
This meant though that what could have been a beautiful or fulfilling experience was just a flash of color. How many opportunities lost because I was in too much of a hurry to allow a natural poetic growth take place. Speed was too important and sometimes that suffocating urge to get things done, lead to disaster or worse.
too fast too furious
chocolate’s best slowly melted
and life’s less short
Written for Haibun Thinking: Week One
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
– Ferris Bueller’s Day Off