The impatience

Attention drifts today in an efficiency hungry world, calling for more and stalling not to accept it.

Resisting almost that which is sought feels like a treachery on display, only abused by its need to exist.

As if that’s what matters, while truly it never is.

We almost always believe we are more ready than we are. We can take on more than we should. We can sugarcoat this as much as we can, and yet what is IS.

If, for a temporary moment, we leave the space to sit back and relax into the speed that we cannot catch, into the pause that we cannot sit still in…

We finally can taste a rhythm eternal in an impatience never met. A slow movement going at full speed with no relative point to even catch it.

That relative association creates the agony. Dismissing its illusion holds the patience to live without its tyranny.

To rule without a rule.
To be without being.
To see without seeing.

Such is the jolt that crumbles in revolt to rule supreme, impatient of the you that dreams to one day catch on to more wherever it lives and dawn.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~