Time Flies: A Reflection on Life’s Rush

It feels like I wrote my last article a hundred years ago. Time is mocking me, proving its superiority at every turn. It’s been three weeks since I was discharged from the hospital. Honestly, in this whirlwind I almost feel like I was never sick. I don’t even have a moment to stop and ask myself, ‘How do I actually feel?’

I really hate this race. This rat race, this hamster-wheel existence, this life of ‘hello pillow, goodbye pillow’—none of it brings happiness, because you hardly have time to ask yourself, ‘Am I happy?’ It just steals time—the most precious thing we have.

If we’re going to run, let’s run toward what our hearts want: do things that bring us joy, connect with people we love (at the very least, make time for them), and be able to stop and say to ourselves, ‘Stop. Where are you rushing off to? Are you even headed in the right direction?’ And if you must hurry, at least take care of yourself—breathe, and enjoy a cup of tea.