Funny that after writing my poem Forgotten, I feel like it's playing out in my real life. Not that I've been forgotten by everyone, but in the e-mail realm, my inbox has been a ghost town lately. I've been sowing my seeds hoping for something to sprout, but so far, nothing. I feel impatient and want to be higher on my friends' priority list... but they lead busy lives, and maybe I still need to bank more hours before being promoted to a higher position?
And then I wonder, why am I in such a hurry to hear back from people? What's the rush? There's really no need for it, and most people do eventually reply. It's hard to re-train myself to operate at a slower pace, and I'm already a snail compared to most people I know.
If eternity is now and heaven is on earth, why can't I shake off the shakles of time and just enjoy the moment instead of anxiously watching my inbox? But perhaps I need to be more patient with myself, and remember that everything takes practice, even slowing down to a sane speed instead of getting sucked into the vortex of speed in today's society.
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