Slow living.

Somewhere along the way,

it became unconventional to live a slow life.

To stay in the comfort of your home, watching time move slowly by.

Somewhere along the way,

weekends at home became lackluster.

Books weren’t the same fantasy worlds that brought the whole world into our living rooms

–  creating characters of our mind’s vivid imagination.

Rather, pictures and videos on small screens became the definition of experience.

Somewhere along the way, our imaginations needed no space – as everything is presented to us just as it should be.

We need not wonder what the shapes of clouds and shadows could mean – we need not look to them for stories.

Somewhere along the way, we stopped looking up at the clouds and – sitting by to watch the shadows play their leafy games.

Somewhere along the way, we forgot the sound of rustling leaves breezing on a quiet day. Our ears are constantly kept awake.

Somewhere along the way, we forgot that it’s okay to slow down. That life does not need to run away under passing clouds and forgotten stars.

Somewhere along the way.