Hurry is a form of fear

We run as if time were escaping, but almost always we run so as not to be left alone with the question that calm would ask us.

Hurry looks like efficiency and is usually flight. We fill the diary not because there is so much to do, but because an empty slot is a mirror, and we do not feel like looking into it every day. Busy, we do not have to decide whether this life we are living is the one we wanted to live.

Someone who goes slowly is not always wise, but they are exposed to becoming so. Stopping means accepting the risk of discovering that direction mattered more than speed, and that we had spent years saving minutes on the wrong road.