Maybe this time coming down the mountain, I’ll apply the brakes, yet I don’t see the point in it if I was out here looking for a rush in the first place. Thinking about applying the brakes now would simply be a form of regret. It’s already done, and that’s the way it is. I don’t have room or time for people who use brakes. Well I do, but solely because they help me appreciate the people who don’t use them. This world is speeding up by the second and mistakes are being made left and right. It’s almost a wonder for those who never make a mistake taking the turnpike at 90 miles an hour. An art even. Living fast is an art.
Of course, there are some things that should be taken slow. Savored. to really enjoy it’s intricate charms like a wine tasting. No one ever gulps a ’19 Veuve Cliquot. That was a good year, despite only tasting a teaspoon of it. The trick is to know what it is in your life that needs to be savored. If this doesn’t make any sense to you, “just point, pull the trigger, and let’s see what happens.” -E. Hemingway.