Pace.

The recent bout of illness/pain forced me to go slow.
Reallllyyyy slow I mean. It actually halved my speed. I took twice the time walking to the same places. -__-" I took time to simply stand up from my seat. I took time to count my steps, not literally.

In a way, it made me mindful of how I usually walk. Fast paces, rushing in and out -- to where? To the washroom? To the printing machines? To meetings? To lunch? 
These few days, I also took notice of the way I sat. I took care to stand in an appropriate position. I straighten my back whenever I caught myself slouching. 

Now, while the physical condition is forcing me to go slow, the external environment is silently pushing me to go fast, fast, fast and faster.

I never fail to lament in life's ironies.

When I was ready to go fast, things' pace took their own stride.
Now when I was forced to go slow, things' pace picked up speed.
Hey! Who's actually faster or slower relatively? 

I realized things changed too.
In the past when entrusted with a task of collation, I will tend to rush others (especially for tight deadlines). Not that I did not now, I began to appreciate the lack of urgency.. give some space for things that ain't so urgent. Somehow, I don't know it's the age (no.. I'm not old. Neither am I very senior in this job), or it's the change in goals, or simply, growing up.


Maybe the fisherman in me is randomly taking time off from fishing, to appreciate the beauty of the sun.

~ catharsis in action ~

~ whatever happens, happens for a reason. =)