It is not Life that is going by too fast. It is we.
Life is a restful place, a cheerful invitation with the possibility of being useful to people, to do good and to feel hapiness. Still some of us are living it on the highway. On a journey going so fast that we will miss the small clear lakes, the dew when it seemes to hang upon the trees and the irresistible charm in a stoneblock.
Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life? With thousands of excuses to not stop for a while. To not stop until we have to. The end of the road. The end where we do not have any excuses. When it is too late to call a friend, to learn something from a stranger, to tell our dearest that we love them.
I have been like that. Simply forgotten things like sending my friends a message just to brighten their day. Not because I didn´t need my friends. Just becase my ego was getting in the way, driving on the highway pretending to know where I was going.
It is said that a stitch in time saves nine, and so we take a thousands stitches today to save nine tomorrow. But tomorrow can be too late.
Thanks to my Faith I'm not scared of dying. Physical death is just the separation of the spirit from the mortal body. What I am scared of is the emptiness I might feel when people I am used to live with passes away. That's why I don´t want to take the highway. I don't want to live a life where I might feel biterness over the fact that I didn't have time to tell my parents how much I love them, showing my friends how much I care, missing a stranger in need just because I was in an important meeting or that a stupid tv-show kept me awake.