I’ve come to the realization that growing up in the inner city makes a person afraid to slow down.

It’s as if a drug (or society) has embedded an imaginary time clock inside of our heads which has forced us to believe that there is never enough to time, to do what we’ve been sent here to do.

This onward haste has caused us to idolize the deal of HAVING more than the experience of APPRECIATING.

So much so that we rush through life, never staying still long enough to notice the signs.

But what would happen if abandoned these clocks? what if we stopped for a moment to breathe, exhale and smell the roses?



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