The other day, I noticed something strange. I was brushing my teeth. And I was rushing. There was nowhere to go. Nothing urgent was waiting. Still, I was doing it quickly—like I needed to finish it. That’s when it hit me. I don’t rush because I have to. I rush because I’m used to it. It’s become automatic. Walking fast. Eating fast. Thinking fast. Even relaxing… fast. As if every moment is just something to get through. But get through to what? The next thing? And then the ne