I was home in Belgium for the weekend. It rushed by. It seems like it was just a few moments ago, I packed hastily to catch my plane to Brussels, and now I arrive back in an empty apartment.
The weekend rushed by. The past weeks rushed by. The past year rushed by.
I grasp for air trying to keep up with the pace of life. Always wondering if I make the right choices. For my loved ones. For the people around me. But also for the work I do, and for myself.
Am I making the most of life? Am I enticing the positive change I would want to make? Am I making the most of the qualities I have? Or am I standing still and is life just rushing by? With little time to enjoy?
And still the joy is often so intense I could almost touch it. Counting blessings also takes time. Time that flies.