As we advance, everything only seems to get faster. We’ve mistaken motion for meaning. Time really flies, but we’re the ones making sure it never lands. I hope somebody finds the life remote, because the accelerate button seems to be stuck.
We pressed play and took out pause because, well, productivity called for it. Stillness, though, has become our greatest inconvenience ever since. We move so fast, nature refuses to keep up.
Even a pause feels wrong. A minute of rest is a minute wasted. We just can’t let a moment pass. We scroll through moments instead of living them. Slow down, humans. Life is not your Instagram feed.
Maybe we’re on the wrong planet. I mean, look around. Animals don’t judge themselves. I’m pretty sure they are laughing at us. If the jungle had deadlines, half of the animals would get fired, and snails would even resign.
I have never seen a squirrel checking its calendar, no monkey is worried about optimizing its day, even the ants, for all their busyness, aren’t panicking about being late. They just live. No hurry, no reminders, no anxious need to prove they’re doing enough. No one else is in a race, only the ones clever enough to invent it.
Nature is calm. Mountains stand still, watching centuries pass. Trees stretch toward the sky in slow, silent growth. The seasons arrive when they’re meant to, rivers flow as they always have, never rushing to meet a deadline. Nothing in nature is in a hurry, and yet nothing ever goes wrong.
It’s funny when you think about it. We set alarms to wake us up, then spend the day wishing for more sleep. We invent machines to save time, only to fill the extra hours with more work. We chase convenience, then get bored when things are too easy. It’s funny how we manage to make life harder than it needs to be.
We can’t even relax properly. Sit still too long, and guilt shows up with a to-do list. We rate our days like products, five stars for being productive, one star for breathing too long. Always comparing, always optimizing, as if just existing wasn’t complicated enough.
The race was never real. The universe isn’t rushing, and perhaps we don’t need to either. Maybe we’re not on the wrong planet, we just forgot how to live at its pace.