If it causes me to rush, I don't want it.
I don't want to be in a hurry about life, it's only going to end anyways.
And until that happens, let me saunter.
Let me relax, I want a life of- just enough. Just enough fire and energy to grow and learn while thoroughly enjoying the relaxation of the only moment we have, this one now.
Look at it only to see it's already gone and new one has arrived.
Over and over until it's time to fade back into the great expanse once again.
This my poetic justification of chilling 😘