We’re all too fast.

The world’s speed is too fast for our minds to process. Yet we keep on accelerating in the hope that if we do more, say more, consume more, we’ll catch up with what we miss. The irony is that the faster we go, the farther it escapes us.

We don’t even know what we’re chasing. We don’t have a name for it. A word. A label. The only thing we have is a feeling. That something is out of place, and it’s been like that for a while.

Some people think it’s happiness. They spend lives helplessly chasing happiness, oblivious to the fact that the key reason why they’re so unhappy is…