Despite what they all say and say and say, there is literally no hurry.

Nothin’ wrong with a little hustling and efficiency amirite? No. Sorry. Not right.

Through this distorted lens of this culture, hurrying habitually may look strong and healthy and productive. It probably does, to The Manager right above you, if you’re a Team Player working hard, working fast.

I recommend resisting this twisted view, even if it does make you rich, or a Boss yourself, by some chance.

Money is not Time.

Time is the only thing of value.

Killing Time is surely wrong and that’s easy to see, but that doesn’t make beating the clock automatically right.

The man is going only five mph above the limit in the left lane, and if that causes you a fury, you’re hurting yourself just as surely as if you were one of those self-harm cases with a secret stash of razor blades.

The lady got into the express line ahead of you with 22 items and now she is paying with a check. You have no control over that. But you do of course have control over your reaction to it.

You mad, bro? Why? Why really?

Maybe Time’s a-wastin’ and maybe it’s your Time and maybe that makes you feel disrespected.

I don’t know.

I’m not telling you how to be or what to think or what to feel, and I’m not making accusations.

I do know that my life will end in twenty seconds.

Or maybe twenty years; let’s be optimistic.

I know that, until then, whenever then is, that I refuse on religious grounds to hurry any more.

Rushing is a sin.

Consider that belief. If you feel like it. Reject it if you want to.

I don’t mind and I won’t feel disrespected and even if I’m lying and I do, that’s my problem.

And not yours.

Slow.

Don’t go
so fast.

Don’t you think that love can last?

She said Love?
Lord above
Now you’re tryna trick me
in love