Pace of life ...

pace of life ...

its a very volatile thing ... every night when you sleep, really sleep, it almost diminishes to zero as much as you can sense it ... then in the morning it starts again ...

and among the metro dwellers, its not uncommon for the pace of life to accelerate dizzyingly, just after waking up ... engines revving, rubber screeching on the asphalt ... the surroundings whirring past ... fast, blazing .. as randomly errupting emotions try to cling on to the speeding apparition in vain but steadfast ...

this might go on ... sometimes slowing down a bit, other times at max rotations per minute ... till you hit bed again ... common, very common ...

but then there is the other side ... when you really get a chance ... a break for a week or so ... in some idyllic .. or just relaxing, soothing place ... no violent noises ... no constant interrupts to process ... slow breath ... feeling the sips of a cool drink in the mouth ... expecting the next salubrious meal with a tingling tongue ... softly purring happy stomach ... slow turning sun ... breeze .. shades, glades ... and trees soaked in light ... blue sky and cushy puffs of clouds ... sound of flowing water ...

now this is slow pace ... which quite obviously is more regenerating ... detoxing, calming ...

but is there a natural fequency to life?

and if there is, if our pace of life accidently matches it, will there be a resonance?

and if it contiues for long enough .. will life shatter like a shiny champange glass?

... into a thousand glinting randomly shaped pieces??