Slow Motion

I think I was born to rush.

No, really.

Free-spirited? Never. More like “If you’re not early you’re late.”

Goes with the flow? Um, nah. More like “Always scheduled, always swimming upstream.”

Isn’t it funny, how the words I wish I reflected, embody the planet

and the words I use to describe me are made by capitalism.

And don’t I value the earth more, more than a system of oppression?

Nature knows no rush, and that’s all I know.

This is my reminder to myself to slow

slow

s l o w

down as much as I can.

Imagine there is nowhere to run to, that all I have is the moment,

I want to live my life in slow motion.

I want to believe that everything is tai-chi.

One day, I hope I find myself late, and unapologetic.

A future where I am untethered from the idea that punctuality is morality.

I would live life in the present, grateful for each moment instead

Of rushing through each day, running towards a tomorrow that never existed.