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Take some time out of your day once in awhile and just enjoy. |
How quickly the world moves! Cars, trains, planes surging towards destinations at inconceivable speeds in record times. As a child of the Millennial Generation, I too have expected life to be easy, fast, and wasteful. When I am late for work, I plead for time to slow. Not to ruminate or think or to help others, but for my own selfish gain, to earn a conceptual value bestowed on pretty paper rectangles. A traffic light turns red, my car grumbles at the interruption, a clear abomination against all things quick and hasty. I am forced to sit still a moment. To wait or ponder, I try to avoid both. And yet, I happen to glance at a tall streetlight illuminating a spot of air speckled with soft snow Twisting and twirling, pushed and pulled by a svelte wind. Their un-choreographed dance Is as refined and polished as any ballet. The short-lived flakes are relieved by new spectacles of frozen water tumbling down from white clouds, prepared for the next- -the green light blinks and in a roar of engines, tires gripping pavement, The world moves on. |