Anyone who has ever seen a horologist at work knows how detailed and precise these people have to be.
I remember when my former room mate told me a (true) story about a watchmaker.
Back then, the watchmaker had a daily routine. He knew, everyday he was able to – more or less – complete a similar amount of work.
He was good at his craft and soon more people approached him for his services. Naturally he took on the jobs. But as well as the amount of work, the pressure of time grew. More jobs automatically created more deadlines.
He had to work harder, and faster. He woke up early. Hurried to his workshop and – as fast as he could – he tried to complete all the watches in time. He was stressed, but he always delivered in time.
Until one day: He had enough of it all.
He was fed up with the hurry – and couldn’t handle the stress any longer as the work slowly replaced the joy and love he originally had for his craft.
The next morning he woke up and made a creed to himself: “Today, I’m going to be as slow as I possibly can!”
He slowly got out of bed, slowly drank his morning tea, slowly walked to his workshop, and slowly began to work. As slow as he possibly could.
The day passed slowly. He slowly progressed, and he slowly finished off one job after the other.
In the evening, when he slowly decided to finish off he stopped… and was astonished by his creation.
While still standing in his workshop, he realised, that he somehow completed the same amount of work, than on the previous days.
But this time, without rushing, but with joy and love.
How was that possible?
Did he mold time?
End of the story. I leave the interpretations on your side.
What comes up for me is this one question:
Is hurry and hustle always… more effective?
I experience the opposite since I drastically learn to slow down. How many times are we running and chasing after things, that – after all – don’t even matter?
Our society needs to learn to focus – on what’s actually important. And cut the fearful chase of nonsense.