I have a question.
Why do we run to answer the door…
but tell our own health,
“I’ll deal with you next week.”
Funny, isn’t it?
The doorbell rings…
and suddenly we’re trying to break our own personal speed record.
The phone buzzes…
and we grab it before it’s even finished buzzing.
Someone texts,
“Can we talk?”
And just like that…
we’ve imagined seventeen different scenarios…
none of them good.
Then there are elevators.
The doors start closing…
and out of nowhere, we discover athletic abilities we never knew we had.
One hand goes between the doors.
One foot follows.
Dignity? Optional.
All this to save…
Seven. Whole. Seconds.
Everything Has Become an Emergency
Seriously…
Why are we always in such a hurry?
Who convinced us that everything needed immediate attention?
The parcel can wait.
The message can wait.
The sale can wait.
Even the microwave politely gives us thirty seconds before it starts yelling.
But us?
We’re permanently operating in Emergency Mode.
We’ve somehow trained ourselves to believe that every beep deserves our attention and every bell demands a sprint.
The funniest part?
We’re never actually in a hurry for the important things.
Going to bed early?
“Tomorrow.”
Drinking enough water?
“In a minute.”
Booking that health check-up?
“Next week.”
Replying to that one friend we’ve been meaning to call?
“This weekend… hopefully.”
But if our phone vibrates…
We react like it’s personally calling our name.
Congratulations! You’ve Won the Marathon of Nothing
We rush through breakfast.
Rush through conversations.
Rush through weekends.
Rush through birthdays.
Rush through sunsets because we need the perfect picture before the colours disappear.
We refresh the food delivery app every thirty seconds…
as if staring at the screen will make the rider pedal faster.
We press the elevator button five times…
apparently because the first press wasn’t convincing enough.
We stand up the moment an aeroplane lands…
even though the doors aren’t opening for another ten minutes.
Somewhere between all that rushing…
Life quietly walked past us.
Probably…
at a perfectly normal speed.
Maybe Everything Doesn’t Need a Sprint
Here’s a wild idea.
The next time your doorbell rings…
Don’t sprint.
Don’t perform a 100-metre dash across the living room.
Just…
Walk.
Normally.
Take one deep breath.
Smile.
Open the door.
I promise…
The delivery person won’t disappear because you took six extra seconds.
And if they do leave…
They’ll probably come back tomorrow.
But here’s the thing…
Parcels can be redelivered.
Meetings can be rescheduled.
Messages can wait.
Life doesn’t.
So maybe the real question isn’t…
Why are we always in such a hurry?
Maybe it’s…
What are we so afraid we’ll miss… that we’re missing life itself?
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Until the next whisper…
—Rajeshwari 🧿💕
© Nihshabd by Rajeshwari
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