Quiet

Wed, 10/07/2015 - 00:38 -- emmew9

Quiet.

Peace.

The calm that settles over you after completing a big task.

This day and age it’s busy busy busy all the time.

There is no peace.

No quiet.

Everything’s rushed, everything’s hurried.

Have to get this done.

There’s a deadline in 10 minutes that I have to complete so I can get an A.

And then life slows down.

Tick.

And you can breath.

Tock.

Finally a peaceful river takes over.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Then life catches up again.

The hurry and bustle.

It feels like all you’re doing is running around.

No slacking.

Bs aren’t good enough.

What’s it all for?

The sleepless nights.

Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.

Don’t be stressed.

Get everything done.

Now.

Life never slows down.

Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.

Before it’s too late.

One thing to the next.

High school.

Collage.

Jobs.

Too late.

Look back and your life has passed you by.

Slow down.

Take a breath.

It’s not the end yet.

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