Subtract.

I’m beginning to realize that, for me, it’s not a matter of “slowing down” but a matter of subtraction.

I heard about the book Four Thousand Weeks by Oliver Burkeman this morning and am eager to pick it up once I get through my other 40 texts I’m crawling through.

What made me take note of it is the idea that we try to cram so much into a life that is devastatingly too brief (hence me trying to read 40 books at once). We inadvertently prevent ourselves from enjoying our one short existence on this earth by using quantity of experiences as the yard stick of fulfillment over the quality of those experiences.

I’ve always loved this line in the song “Chinese Translation” by M. Ward:

…if life is really as short as they say

Then why is the night so long?

The fact we sleep for a third of our lives is upsetting. We’re spoiled with a wide open world that I’m trying to accept I will only see a fraction of.