Most of us would agree that we hate being stopped. It is the reason we strain our necks to investigate what keeps traffic from moving, often times it is what causes us to blare our horns madly to coax that unsuspecting guy in front of us to step on it.
When sickness strikes, we desperately try to fight it off. We question the heavens why us, when will we recover. And we want that damn recovery fast.
At work, we get impatient when that dream job we have been applying for just doesn’t come so soon.
And in our family, our children or spouses bear the brunt whenever things don’t go our way.
Any sign of stopping we just immediately hate. When something breaks our momentum and keeps us indefinitely stationary we become impatient, frustrated, and irrational.
But what we must realize is that there are always reasons, important ones, that we are stopped on our tracks. For one, it is the time we are given the opportunity to reflect, to analyze, and to reconsider. Being on the go makes us feel invincible, too proud, too detached from reality, and worse, from the very people who are supposed to be the main recipients of why we want to keep on moving.
On that note, this holy week, whether too pious or not, let us allow ourselves to slow down or come to a full halt and appreciate what we currently have, what we have achieved so far. Let us stop and remember to thank the divine power who in the first place has kept us going throughout the whole year.
Mood: 1/10 Honks! (My last work day for this week.)