I have to wonder sometimes if I’ve become so busy that I forgot to live.
We can forget to do that, you know. We forget how much of living is in those little pauses that are so rich and so full of promise.
Those are the spaces where dreams are born, epiphanies are made, and lightbulbs are turned on. They’re the moments we notice the beauty in life, messy as it appears to our otherwise gotta-keep-busy mind.
But in that one little moment, if you’ll allow it, is everything.
Life has been happening in those moments all day, you were just too busy to see it. With all of the chaos, the bustling and bussing and bargaining, life was going on.
Underneath the buzz of making it all fit, there’s that place where everything is as it should be.
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