The more time that passes, the more experiences I enjoy, the more I love and lose, I am beginning to understand the art of smelling the roses. My mother has been telling me over the past year, “it’s getting there that makes the goal so sweet.” She is right. I was living my life in a rush, where in reality I should simply enjoy the space and time I am in.
Everything is so instant nowadays, but that doesn’t mean I have to live my life that way. I will simply begin to pray longer, talk on the phone longer, work longer, and not be in such a rush to get to the next task. I am going to thoroughly endure whatever is going on because this is the only life on Earth I have—I refuse to be 100 years old and not say, “I have indeed lived.”
I have to slow it down. Success is going to come; graduation is going to come; love is going to come. Some may say it’s the art of patience, but I believe it’s the secret to living a gratifying life. I feared this because I felt it would take away from my edge, my resume or “my grind,” but it does not. It simply makes it sweeter. I have a feeling I am going to accomplish just as much going at a steady pace versus rushing, and I’ll look better doing it too.
So, as of today, at this very moment, I am going to take my time. Surely, urgency will have its place, but it will no longer describe my lifestyle. Benchmarks will only be set by purpose, desires, excellence and service to mankind, and not by what I feel I should accomplish or do by certain age. I’m excited about life because each season, I’m so much better than before-
Until next time….
That’s great Whit. You have got to live in the moment and enjoy each moment.