Thursday, January 16

A buddy and I remind one another commonly of a radio information section she heard years in the past. The reporter concluded the story, a couple of mess of delays on the Long Island Rail Road, with the road, “These commuters are ready for this day to be over, once and for all.” Of course the message was the commuters wished to get residence and have dinner and go to mattress already. But the finality of “once and for all” made it sound as if the commuters have been so fed up that they wished to finish that day and all days. Or, as my buddy wrote: “Certainly at one point the day will definitely be over once and for all for each of us. Is that what we’re rushing toward?”

This obsession with being accomplished with issues, of residing life like an countless to-do listing, is ridiculous. I discover myself generally having a stunning time, out to dinner with mates, say, and I’ll discover an insistent hankering for the dinner to be over. Why? So I can get to the subsequent factor, who cares what the subsequent factor is, simply preserve going. Keep speeding, even via the nice components.

In Marie Howe’s poem “Hurry,” she describes operating errands with a baby in tow. “Hurry up honey, I say, hurry,” she urges, because the toddler scampers to maintain up. Then she wonders: “Where do I want her to hurry to? To her grave? / To mine? Where one day she might stand all grown?”

This is just not novel recommendation, to cease and scent the roses, to be right here now, to decelerate. But it’s not simply heeded. Our tradition, now as ever, rewards hustle. The Silicon Valley maxim “Done is better than perfect” could be constructive when utilized to procrastination. But we carry it to bear on conditions through which “done” is just not essentially a fascinating purpose.

Since my subway incident, I’ve been making an attempt to note once I’m speeding, bodily and psychologically. “Where are you going?” I ask myself. “And why are you in such a hurry?” That pause helps put a bit of area between right here and there, and may, with a bit of luck, avert future distress.

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