We live a life that seems to be going at its own pace. Often, time flies without realizing that it slipped from our hands. And that seems to happen because we're stuck in our stories, and not present to the fleeting moments of the right now. We are either stuck in our past or thinking about our future. It is, however, this and this moment itself that is. When we are being with this moment, not that one - just this, there's an experience of slowness, there is an experience of being.
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