It’s Saturday. I’m darting through the shopping centre like it’s a game. Dodging trolleys. Sliding past people. Half-smiling at my own speed.
Then I’m back in the car, watching others rush across crossings with that same fixed stare. Everyone chasing something invisible.
We say we’re short on time, but most of the rush comes from clocks we set ourselves.
Maybe it’s not the world that’s moving too fast. Maybe we’re forgetting to slow down.
