In the hustle of a fast paced world, pressed for time in a hurried frenzy, racing around, passing each other without even a nod, too much gets lost in the shuffle. And it’s one thing if you’re catching a train. But we’re not. We’re on the internet. Why the rush? We’re not under the gun, so to speak, there’s no deadline to meet. Imagine all the things we miss while falling through the cracks. And pulling at the strings dismiss the tightening of slacks. Sometimes pushing too hard creates the unnecessary congestion that granting a little leeway can tend to open up. That may mean slowing down a bit but at least it makes for more travellers. When we generate less noise pollution, and listen close, we’ll be able to hear the sirens moan in an actual emergency. Is it too much to ask from others the same courtesy and respect we expect for ourselves? Is it really so difficult to pace ourselves accordingly in order to make that happen? Surely we can wait and watch the conversations take shape before jumping the rails that lead to a trainwreck. When we read the road map then the sky’s the limit. It keeps us in alignment with the rules of right of way. Otherwise nobody gets anywhere. When the vinyl is hot you’ll find that it sticks and the faster things spin the more that it skips. And there’s a dark age ahead. Allow for the merge.
Breathe all the way to the bottom of your lungs and beyond. Exhale past the threshold of relief. Notice how breathing corresponds to posture. Hold still and count the small perceptions that occur spontaneously when you divert all attention to being in one moment.