Does anyone spend time with anything anymore? We devour and discard. How can we attach meaning in such a short window of time?
Those that can hold their patience enjoy the experience of absorption. They don’t fritter away their relationship with people, albums, books, or other objects.
A culture of haste knows no slowing down, especially in an age of abundant images, texts, and breaking news. The constant bombardment eats away at the sense of self. We hardly make enough time to sit alone with the pure medicine of our own thoughts. It’s no wonder why Erik Hagerman moved to the woods in Ohio to become the most ignorant man in America.
We live at a dizzying pace. But that does not mean we have to give in to hyperspeed.
Those that make and find meaning scoff at the illusion of FOMO and dig into the concreteness of process. Thoughts are not the aim. It is the thinking and appreciation that count.