We spend our lives in a pursuit...
...of worldly things, wisdom, or passion.
But we never really know — and maybe we never asked — why are we in a rush?
It comes every once in a while,
When we decided to rest,
When we are happy to be where we are,
It made us feel like we need to keep on rushing,
The fear of missing out.
Maybe we aren't ready yet,
Maybe we're scared,
Maybe we want to set our own pace,
Maybe we still need time to heal.
Maybe we are still waiting...
For good things to happen,
For the right time,
For our wounds to heal.
And that's okay,
We don't have to rush all the time,
We don't have to follow what the others are doing,
We don't have to fill their expectations.
Because we can do whatever we want to do.
Take it slow.
We are a work in progress.