On Ash Wednesday evening the morning sermon remains with me as I begin this post, actually one line of the sermon struck me hard and kept me thinking.
The highlight of the sermon was “slow down; in life we go so fast that we miss the most important things”.
I wonder when I have last paused to admire or appreciate all the graces that I have been blessed with. Every day is a miracle and waking up from sleep is probably the biggest of them all is it not? We go to sleep with the belief that we will wake up to a new day and once we sleep we completely cede control, few people never wake up. But since we wake up every day we take it for granted.
We rush each day to meet deadlines, finish targets, complete reports, rush with our food, rush on the road in short life is a race and we never stop running. We find that when we reach the finish line, somebody has moved it further ahead and so we start running again and running faster for we fear that some one will overtake us.
Is there a real need for speed? What do we gain by passing through life in a blur? Have we not been taught that slow and steady wins the race?
In the end if it is to dust that we return should we not slow down and appreciate the world around us in the journey of life?