Ever since I was discharged this May, I've noticed that I do things a lot slower than I used to do them. I walk slower, I talk slower, even the placement tests that I took over the summer mentioned that my biggest problem in school would be speed. I used to do so many things as fast as possible, and things I enjoyed doing involved speed as well. Like that time when we went to Speedzone, I was intent on going the fastest that I could. I mentioned this to my dad, and he told me this story.
There was a man who, in every aspect of his life, did everything as fast as he could. To him, speed was everything. But one day, he started feeling more tired. He still did things fast, it just made him tired. It didn't used to be like this, he remembered.
Then one day he had a dream. He dreamt that he was talking with the Lord. He asked the Lord, "I'm so tired these days. Why do I feel so tired?"
But the Lord only said to him, "Walk my pet."
The man looked, expecting to see a big dog to run with him, but no, it was a snail.
"Is this a joke?" the man asked. "This is a snail!"
But he was alone at a street corner. The Lord was gone. The only thing he had left from their meeting was the snail, and the leash. Sighing in defeat, he began to walk the snail. At first, he was frustrated with the snail, saying, "Come on! Walk faster!" But the snail paid him no mind. It was, after all, a snail. After a while, he began to calm down, and just happened to glance at his surroundings. He had walked with the snail to a garden. And he began to notice things; things he had never noticed before. Had scenery always been this beautiful? Did flowers always smell this good? He realized that he had never slowed down to enjoy life, that he'd always been rushing through, never taking the time to slow down and smell the flowers.
When the man awoke, he realized that his dream was a lesson. He did things much slower than he had before.
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My dad paralleled the man to me. Indeed, I was very fast-paced before, even to the point of being deemed hyperactive. But now, partially because of my health condition, partially because I enjoy doing things slower, I take my time to do things I normally wouldn't take time to do.
Today I woke up slightly earlier than usual (around 10ish). I groomed and did all the stuff people normally do, and then some. When I finished, it was around lunchtime. For lunch I had some Chinese foods that my mom cooked. I normally don't like it that much, but because it was home-made and fresh, it was delicious. While I ate, I did something that I had neglected to do these couple of days, that dreaded word: HOMEWORK. Algebra, English, and whatnot. Easy peasy.
Pastor Dennis came around noon today to say goodbye, good luck, and that he would keep me and my family in his prayers.
So I had two night visitors: Alvina and Kingsley. Oh, spellcheck, don't give me that. They're real names. Yeah, spellcheck's trying to convince me that I was trying to spell Alvin a. -___-
They arrived pretty late: around 8:XX. :/
At first we just talked for a while, then Kingsley said he was bored, so we played Monopoly Deal. Again. And then Alvina said she didn't like it either (Yeah! I'm not alone!) and somehow we ended up playing Scrabble. Anyways, by the time we finished, it was pretty late(r) so, yeah! That was pretty much my day.
Brian
