I watched
him hurrying awkwardly. Already running late, he was performing a
mysterious choreography which cost him further time. The frantic victim of the
poor time-management. “You look like the Rabbit in Wonderland” I said, laughing.
What an
inspiring observation these beating-the air behaviors are in someone else (as
opposed to the acrid feeling of being in their grip oneself).
There seems
to be a strong relation between hurry and its derivative, worry, and the
resources both psychological and material.
The more anxious
we are, the scarcer it feels they are, and eventually get to be.
Like money
in the hand of the miser.
Or time. As
long as you see it as an external oppressor, like the rabbit sees his chain
watch, you will desperately try to ignore it until the last minute.
Or you can pay
regard to your inner rhythms and walk gracefully.
This is the
difference between running like a beheaded chicken (as we say in Turkish) and
being a well adjusted dancer; The difference between hurry and excitement.
"So be calm
and act counterintuitively, openhanded with what you’ve got. Time, money, love,
care.. Spend (not waste), give away and offer,” I said to myself, quietly satisfied
with my train of thought when the black sunglasses he left on the table caught
my eye.
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