I’ve always struggled to understand the concept of time. It slows down when things feel heavy, but speeds up during the happiest moments of my life.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve battled against the inherent busyness of everything—cars on congested roads, people rushing to avoid being late for work, entrepreneurs preparing to open for business. All of these seemed like they were moving at a pace I was always familiar with, dancing along these everyday nuances like clockwork.
Yet, even with this routine, I keep finding myself wanting to step back, like gasping for air even when my lungs still function as they should.
“When will life slow down for me?” I ask this question over and over.
Why do I still wrestle with seeing things the way they are? Why can’t I perfectly capture the gentle waves of the ocean or the rustling of tree leaves in a soft breeze?
But it’s then I realized, that all it takes is how I walk with grace while finding beauty even in the mundane and learning to love myself fully, even when life brings so much pain.
It’s the refreshing ambience of a quiet morning, the shared laughter with those I love, the comforting release of long walks under open skies, that slow my once fast-beating heart and calm the storm of my racing thoughts.
Maybe it's not about fixing everything at once, but about gently returning to myself, again and again, with kindness, with patience, and with peace. And maybe, that’s what a sacred pause really is—a moment where life softens, and I remember how to simply be.
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