“The high value put upon every minute of time,

the idea of hurry-hurry as the most important objective of living,

is unquestionably the most dangerous enemy of joy.”

(Herman Hesse, 1877 - 1962)

Thus, the joyless country we seem to be living in right now. All of our hurry-hurry has left us bereft of the capacity to experience even the smallest of joys. We keep trying to entertain ourselves, but we only become more bored. We seek greater highs, but don't know how to sit alone with ourselves, or with a friend, on our porch.

We rush around in frantic circles, exhausted, distracted, harried, and we wonder why life feels devoid of meaning. Why everything is such a chore. We daydream about some elusive future when we will somehow have more time. That day never seems to arrive.

I feel this. In fact, I have felt this more than ever lately.

I am determined to slow down, way down. I am the only one who can slow the speed of my own life, no one will do it for me.

This summer, I want to really live.

To live at the speed of love,

or maybe I should say, the speed of joy.