We’re so happy to embrace the slow movement because it’s giving us peace and balance. We have no idea what the world will look like in ten years and whether, for example, our jobs will still exist, and that feeds a deeply seated fear. This so-called progress doesn’t always work to our advantage, and we’re finding out that an abundance of possibilities doesn’t bring happiness.
We can’t read every book that exists or watch every series that seems to be fun or travel to every place on the globe. We’ve reached a point where we continually have to make choices. The fear of missing out is nothing compared to the joy of missing out.
I can’t seem to let go of the world…
inquiry for today~ it’s fair enough isn’t it?
I stopped looking for the light.
Decided to become it instead.