Learning to Slow Down
I have lived a comfortable life: Predictable, convenient, curated.
And yet, somewhere between binge-watching Netflix shows and busy being a corporate leader, a quiet discomfort would creep in. At the end of many days, I felt a strange emptiness.
A walk under open skies, the rustle of leaves, the flutter of a butterfly - these small moments left me feeling fuller than hours spent in front of a screen. And that made me pause and ask a difficult question:
Is my definition of an ideal day truly mine,
or something I’ve unconsciously inherited?



