We are forcing our souls through multiple gear-changes each day, each hour, and after years of this we wonder why we aren’t even sure what to say when a friend genuinely inquires, “How are you?” We don’t really know; we aren’t sure what we feel anymore. We live at one speed: go. All the subtleties of human experience have been forced into one state of being. Mercy. No soul was meant to live like this. What sort of madness have we come to accept as normal when a One Minute Pause feels like a luxury?!
