Rush. We rush almost everything we do. We rush into things. We rush time. We rush to get somewhere. We rush through assignments. We rush to get ready in the mornings. We rush to get to work or school, and we rush to get home. We rush through the week to make it to the weekend. We rush through the winter to make it to the summer. We as humans are always in a rush.

We even rushed to grow up. And now we would do anything just to go back to when it didn’t feel like time was running away from us like we weren’t trying to grasp it just to watch it slip back out of our hands again. Time seems like it went so much slower when we were young. It felt like there were so many hours in the day. Now I feel like there are walks I haven’t walked, laughs I haven’t laughed, songs I haven’t sung.

Don’t you ever wish you could just slow down? Don’t you wish you could just be still and be present? I get tired of being in a rush all the time. Obviously, there are things we can do to not be in such a rush; perhaps we could wake up on time, leave the house earlier, etc. But what about the things we can’t change? We can’t help anticipate the future. We can’t help rush through the bad just to get to the good, even though that bad is what is preparing us for what good is held for us. I am world’s worst about rushing things; I always want the rainbow without the rain... As does anybody.

I just wish for stillness. I feel like stillness is fake. Being alive means constant change, and I really wish I could just be still. Everything is moving all of the time, so even if I feel stagnant, I am definitely moving in some godforsaken direction.

Life moves so quickly as it is. It moves even faster when we coast through in a hurry. I’ve learned that time means so much. Spend every minute of it in the moment. You will very surprised how much time you have for life whenever you slow down.

When was the last time you sat and let the wind blow through your hair? When did you sit on your front porch step and listen to the birds' chirp? When was the last time you laid your head on the backseat window and enjoyed the passing scenes? We never enjoy the little things; we always focus on the bigger picture.

I feel so often that I’m running out of time. It always feels like there aren’t enough hours... But sometimes we need a nice reminder to just take it easy. This is your reminder. Enjoy your life. Find your stillness. Your hourglass will eventually run out of time. So dip your feet into the river. Go to the art fair. Compliment those crooked eyebrows. One day, your golden paint will be black.