It feels innate, that tendency to finish even if you didn’t pay attention along the way. I have noticed this with my work, with the books I read, with the concepts I am presented with throughout my life, all I want to do is finish and move on to the next task. But have I missed the point? There will always be another task to finish and what is the point if you don’t learn and truly immerse yourself in the experience along the way?

Why the rush, you may ask… again it is ultimately propelled by the fear of death and running out of time. With experience I am realizing it’s not about who finishes the quickest rather who completes it accurately, with thought, precision and learnings. Most important notion is that of understanding to the point where if someone asks you why you are doing something or have a certain view then you can explain it back to them three fold, that would be a purposeful life.

It may be a learnt behavior like the way you cram for exams just so you can answer the questions but if someone asked you to apply the theory in a practical sense you would not know how. You haven’t taken the time to have an interest or care about how it works, why it works and what would happen if you changed it. Which brings me to the other notion of simply caring (giving a shit).

The most memorable moments and concepts by which I live in my life is where I have taken the time to give a shit and look further and deeper. This goes to show why my friend policy is quality over quantity. I don’t have many but if you are in my circle that is a clear indication I care.

Something to ponder… are you rushing your life away?

I’ve been feeling a lot like the sloth lately…