Time for Slowing Down.
My brain is persistent with its constant whirring, ticking round and round every second of every minute. It’s in those moments late at night, when all those thoughts are rushing through my head all at once, never pausing, when I feel far more alive than I ever feel during the day. At night time all is tranquil and calm. During the day the world is so busy: full to the brim of people rushing to meet their friends at the little coffee shop in town, hurrying to catch that next flight to New York, scurrying along in the rain to get back home and finish the novel they were staying up until four to read the night before. People never stop. It made me realise, we know nothing about these people, the strangers we pass by on the streets. We’ll never know how their day has gone or what their goals and aspirations are, nor whether they like tea or coffee or neither - or both. Their lives are a complete mystery to us, and ours to them. I feel as though the human race could achieve so much mor...