Fast forward is the speed I am most accustomed.
You see, I am terrified.
Terrified of what I’ll miss, what I’ll leave behind.
So, I rush.
I go.
I run.
I flee.
As fast as I possibly can, I navigate through this little thing we all call “life”.
Without hesitation, I leap.
I dodge.
I dash.
I absolutely must find the quickest, most efficient way from Point A to Point B.
Stop and smell the flowers, you say?
Nah.
Those flowers are surely a waste of time.
Sure, I am certain they will undoubtedly amuse me with their ever so intoxicating scent. Their dazzling colors a welcomed distraction from a lifelong race.
But If you even think of actually stopping to experience them, I will leave you standing there alone in that pasture.
You see, I have to go.
I’ve already wasted so much time.
I am convinced I am missing something.
I just wish I knew what it was I was missing.
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