We live in stormy times. Waves of information crush us every single day. My mind, occupied. Running from one meeting to the other. In times of “wait”, my cellphone would feed me again. More food, more information. No matter how much, and no matter how relevant. It’s all better than not being… wait for it… bored.
News are shouting, trends are changing, privacy policies are updated.
And nobody can’t really keep up. Or can you?
Quantity seemed to have won over quality. We don’t read – we scan. We don’t engage – we are on the run. More is more.
Action pure. Those are the rules of the storm. – At least it’s not getting boring
But for how long will that be good for us?
Storms are needed sometimes. They are the sailors pride.
But to sit down, slow down and be intimate – had perhaps saved me so often from getting completely mad than there are cows in Switzerland (maybe not that much… but I hope you get my point)
Because I realize that only in times of stillness I have the capacity to clean my ship.