Until last Saturday, upon being asked what the one thing was I couldn’t do, I would have said, walking slowly. I’ve been walking fast my entire life, even when I’m not rushing somewhere. My urge for speed is also not just limited to walking: I like fast people (I must have mentioned this before). People who think, make decisions, and turn their thoughts into actions quickly appear like long lost siblings to me.
If you live a pretty simple life, this whole passion for speed thing may appear a bit unnecessary. But last Saturday, as I was trying to complete a 21 km race step-by-step in a gray and rainy city in the north, the ideas in my head took me to an entirely different place. I looked at the Ege who can’t tolerate slowness when it feels like time is suspended, from a different angle. If you can’t give up being fast, even when you’re not angry or stressed, perhaps my thoughts can also help you:
*First and foremost, being fast is a relative term: Perhaps you appear to be speedy to your close circle, but life is a long marathon. There will always be people who are faster than you. You can replace the word ‘faster,’ with any other adjective you like. Whatever you are, there are always people who are ‘more of that’ than you. But happiness occurs when you accept what you are, without comparing yourself to others.
*Having big goals doesn’t add meaning to our speed: Winning the race is one thing, succeeding at completing the race is another. For some, focusing on the goal is the golden rule of success. But if you, like me, experience difficulty in carrying around big goals for a long time, it can be beneficial to remember that your speed is not just for fulfilling goals, but to bring you joy.
*There’s no such thing as a race: Everything we do, every road we take, and everything we experience is special to us. Sharing the same path with others is the nice part of the deal. But in reality, this is not a race. Calling it a race is a motivational tactic for some, proof that they only feel worthy when they win a prize for others, or the amusement of pushing the boundaries for still others. But the real journey is the paths we run within ourselves, even when we’re really running alongside thousands of people.
Until last Saturday, upon being asked what the one thing was I couldn’t do, I would have said, walking slowly. But I’ve accepted it now. We don’t have to apologize for anything, which we feel in our nature and love wildly.