June 24, 2021
So much expectation. My God we put so much pressure on ourselves daily. So much expectation. Not enough time to make the desired delivery. Our minds have been overtaken by what “it” feels is the proper path and rightful journey. Yet the heart is still undecided. The heart. Will they ever agree? Living a life of being in the present robs from the ambition to dream. To be mindful of my here means I have to be here. To have a goal or inner feeling or need of being greater tomorrow takes me away from here. That’s extremely difficult to digest. The ambition is to do all we can to slow down the ticks on a clock. We can’t gather the right amount of required strength to push back the hands of time. Where is the knowledge to properly keep the calendar at a digestible behavior? I say this while trying to convince myself that time has its own personality. Time hasn’t changed! It’s still sixty seconds to make up a minute. Sixty minutes to create an hour and we only get twenty four per day. So much expectation. The Covid lockdown did happen right? The repercussions have infected not just this generation but the next seven. I read an article yesterday about how millions don’t want to go back to a normal way of living. This new way of walking has opened so many different points of direction. Business leaders are creating deadlines as to when the entire gang has to report to their company desk. The reluctant are shaking their heads, “Nope. Not gonna happen.” Watching your behavior is a great place of study. I know how we got here. To free ourselves from it is the texture. It’s not about air friers and insta-pots. From what I’m experiencing through the art of listening It’s not even about the fear of coming down with Covid in a society where barely 50% have been vaccinated. We got a huge taste of what it’s like to have space and we liked it. Now we crave it. Need it. Will sacrifice everything to get back to that feeling of having it. The business world has changed and will continue to evolve. The best of the best won’t be coming back. It steals from what little time is left. For a moment the entire world held in their hearts what it’s like to wonder if this is our last summer.