Lately, I’ve been thinking more and more about how we all rush. It seems like life has turned into an endless list of things to do: wake up - catch up, do it, check, act, don’t stop. And in this pursuit, I started to lose myself.

One morning, I simply turned off my alarm clock, didn’t grab my phone, and allowed myself to… take my time. Slow coffee. Open windows. Silence. It wasn’t just a pleasant moment - it was a revelation. I felt how much tension I had inside that I hadn’t even noticed.

Living slower isn’t about doing nothing. It’s about being attentive to every action, to yourself, to what you really want. Even washing dishes or walking around the city can be a meditation if you don’t rush.

We deserve peace. And it doesn't come from the outside. It starts with the decision to allow yourself to live at a normal pace, not at the pace of a news feed.