What am I rushing to?
I recently did the 12-hour walk challenge.
And somewhere in the middle of it, I caught myself rushing.
Walking faster. Pushing to be done.
But why? I was going to walk 12 hours anyway.
What was I trying to get to? The couch? My phone? Distraction?
What was more important than that moment—than being exactly where I was?
Why do I always rush to the future?
Like it’s going to offer me something better. Something cleaner. Something easier.
But if I can’t be present in the middle of the walk, I won’t be present when I get “there” either.
“You act like mortals in all that you fear, and like immortals in all that you desire.” — Seneca