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Where are we all running to? Like crazy ants we run from one place to another, frantically trying to hold things, moments, people. We are late, always, so late, like Alice's rabbit. Oh, so late! Late for what? Late for life? Late for that meeting, late for that venue, late for that train, that shop, that appointment. Afraid that life won't wait for us, when most of the times we are the ones who don't wait for life. Stop and think. Stop and feel. Hear the heartbeat of the city engulf your thoughts. Breath. Let the inner rythm of the city feed your soul. Let it synchronize with your heartbeat. And maybe then you might start running to a place that means something to you.
Where are we all running to? Like crazy ants we run from one place to another, frantically trying to hold things, moments, people. We are late, always, so late, like Alice's rabbit. Oh, so late! Late for what? Late for life? Late for that meeting, late for that venue, late for that train, that shop, that appointment. Afraid that life won't wait for us, when most of the times we are the ones who don't wait for life. Stop and think. Stop and feel. Hear the heartbeat of the city engulf your thoughts. Breath. Let the inner rythm of the city feed your soul. Let it synchronize with your heartbeat. And maybe then you might start running to a place that means something to you.
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