My twenties went fast. Everything was fast. My career was fast. Days went fast. There was little time.
It was also exciting. I learned a ton.
But it was also stressful and unfulfilling as ultimately I felt that the majority of my time was spent chasing after either money or titles. That’s not how I thought about it, yet that’s what it came down to.
So now, at least for a little while, life is slower. A lot slower.
There is less money, less ego, walking rather than driving, three home cooked meals every day, more time with people important to me and work that I really care about. Projects that I want to be remembered by – legacy stuff.
If I compare my pace of life now to my pace of life last year, I ask myself whether or not I have lost my drive. It seems very unconventional.
But if I compare my pace of life to how things were 30 years ago, 50 years ago or even 100 years ago, it doesn’t seem that unconventional.
Life just keeps getting faster and faster.
I ask myself how much faster can we go? How much faster can we eat? How much faster can we work? How much faster can we exercise?
Do we want to?