The Hurrier I Go, The Behinder I Get
We speed blindly through our lives—but how often do we stop to appreciate those who are helping us along the way?
What’s the hurry?
If we always sped to the next moment of our lives, would we ever actually experience the moment we are in? Or would every passing second slip through our fingers, losing it’s meaning because of our rush to prepare for the unreachable future, ever eluding us, ever being chased over fences to greener pastures, ever da…