Hurry Up, Then Slow Down
Maybe all the rush and running leads to something beautiful—and I can stay, for a minute—thankful for everything that brought me here in the first place.
Maybe all the rush and running leads to something beautiful—and I can stay, for a minute—thankful for everything that brought me here in the first place.
Perhaps it’s about running until you’re forced to walk, walking until you can’t help but run—a cycle, a balance between the chaos and the calm.