What if time isn’t going faster, but my life is literally flashing before my eyes? What if this is that desperate high-definition memory of my life in my final moment?
Then I should let go and breathe.
Savour.
Every.
Moment.
Feel into every moment with appreciation and wonder.
Surrender every interaction to compassion and kindness.
And if life is simply just moving faster should I not still treat it like a life remembered, or failing that, as I would remember it? So, whether a life lived or a life remembered, in the Everywhen it will be a moment of love.