Life’s getting faster all the time. There seems to be more to read, more to see (DVDs), more music to listen to. It’s a media glut, and we can only really enjoy a slice of it.
But even with the stuff we get our hands on, do we really appreciate it’s value? I find myself really rushing through things these days. Books get digested, movies consumed, classical cds spun off the platter.
But do I really savour it, enjoy the experience?
There is this pressure to get it done, and then move on. There’s all this other stuff you have to try! But what about processing the memory, distilling it’s value? A bit of time to walk and think about it.
I wonder if life has become a DVD on fast forward – just a blur, no comprehension. Rush without meaning.