Life at A Trot

 

"For hours, he had been at his desk...

He leaned back in his chair and began to gaze at the ceiling...

The computer screen, his thoughts, the to-do list, a sense of responsibility... It felt like he was being pulled from all sides. In every direction...

He had very little time for everything.

The pace of his life was dizzying. From 6 in the morning until 11 at night, he spun in a whirlwind...

His school days had been the same, whether it was summer or winter. Seasons didn’t matter much to him...

The void on the ceiling was comforting. Because this speed didn't even grant him a moment to pause and reflect.

"I don't think all this rushing and working is good for my heart and mind," he pondered.

He thought about children and animals running for long periods. Either they'd fall or collapse breathless somewhere.

Which fate would be his, he wondered?

"Life is so crowded," he said. Yet, our Lord is One. He never burdens you at all...

During such times, when pulled from all sides, the sky becomes a guide.

Eyes ascend to the sky. A person's ascent happens simultaneously with bending in the right place...

The sky is serene; night has veiled everything...

How beautiful those hours of the night are...

While everything rests and should be resting...

If rushing has exhausted you, and joy has diminished in your heart, could you be doing something wrong?

"Perhaps, in pursuit of the goal, you might be missing out on life," he said to himself...

He couldn't take breaks, vacations, or travel. Such things suffocated him...

Had this confinement become an addiction?

He felt bored unless he was pushed to the limit. Having avoided the 9-to-5, he couldn’t settle in corporate spaces. Now, he worked 24/7...

Unless the work in hand was challenging, he'd grow bored. A movie, a weekend coffee, a vacation... Wouldn't people get bored after two days?

Or perhaps, he couldn’t master taking a break? Isn't knowing how to take a break necessary in life?

Because this was a long journey, the distance covered often seemed like a mere blink in the end.

He straightened up from his leaned-back chair and began to mutter:

The road of life is long.

At times, it inclines.

With high gear, a long journey isn't possible.

How do horses run? They gallop smoothly...

They free up one leg while moving with three... That's the beauty of it...

You need to rest while on your way.

Sipping coffee can be like going to the Maldives...

Because truly, one with a purpose has much to do.

Time is so limited...

A flower on the road, a cloud in the sky, a smile, the scent of the grass, the cool breeze of the sea...

Aren't they all a beautiful vacation for you every day?

Isn't the most beautiful thing to rest while on the journey?

Like racing horses, migrating birds...

You on your path, they on theirs...

Life is beautiful when it's in the right direction, clear, and calm... like a smooth trot."