There’s no race, really; no tag, no certificate, no gold stars or trophies that can justify the loss of your precious time or life. There’s no wad of greens or plastic, that can count as more important than yourself and those you call ‘yours’.
Your achievements, your degrees, your Porsche, your Armanis, your Urban Decays and your Cartiers, will all stay here, on this same earth whence they came; whence too your sack of bones and sinew came, but your soul didn’t. These aren’t what you’ll carry to the hereafter when your body has given up and the life force within you has extinguished.
To your soul it won’t matter how many millions lie, waiting to be spent, in your account. It won’t matter how your ring finger has the biggest rock, or how you’re friends with the zaniest kid on the block.
Your soul is hungry for the abstract – love, compassion, knowledge, happiness, relationships, memories, and all those things you thought were cheesy and useless and only befit greeting cards meant for nervous teens or love-smitten young adults in faded jeans. Well, guess what? They’re all food for the soul; the kind of nourishment that feeds a hunger that comes from somewhere deeper than your bones.
Then to what end do you run around, cramming in that last minute meeting, or stay up all night reading that financial report, or keep yourself logged in to catch the release of the newest gadget, when it could be done another time, when it could wait?
What can’t wait is the limited time you have with your growing up children, your aging parents and lover, your friends who you rarely see beyond WhatsApp texts and Snapchats, your aching bones that are scrunched up in that office chair, your vacation plans with the family that are, yet again, reduced to a derelict brochure stuck on your refrigerator’s door.
To what end do you push yourself to be better than your competition? Why do you define your success from how many hours you clocked in, or how many followers you’ve got, or how soon you get your next promotion?
Your real competition is you. Your greed, pride, and self-importance drive you to push yourself to be better than ‘others’, when really you should just aim to be the best ‘you’.
Time will not wait for you. Life will not wait for you. None may help you when on your deathbed you lie and lament the loss of all those days you could have lived instead of just existing.
Making money is easy. Making a ‘life’ isn’t.
Earning a position is easy. Earning the goodwill of those who put you there and sustaining it, isn’t.
Counting your coins is easy. Counting the number of your real friends isn’t.
Breathing is easy. Making every one of those breaths count isn’t.
So stop running and slow down.
Slow down so you can take each moment as it comes and make the most of it.
Slow down so you ‘live’!
Copyright ©2017 Pradita Kapahi.