I noticed the trees blooming by the store, heard a schoolboy laughing on his phone, smelled the aroma of bread from the bakery around the corner.
When we run, we don't see. We don't feel. We don't truly live.
Being slow isn't about laziness. It's about choice. A choice to stop and breathe. To look. To feel.
Try at least once a week to not rush into anything. Take a walk. Without looking at your watch. Drink your tea slowly. Read without purpose. Just be.
In this strange rhythm, you'll suddenly hear your heart. And behind it, maybe, your happiness.