In the Himalayas, under the dry city of Zhangjia Peak, the Sherpa people still use “burning sticks” to keep time - when the sunlight focuses on a pine branch stuck in the snow, it marks the end of a labor cycle. This wisdom of incorporating natural rhythms into the measurement of time is perhaps closer to the essence than the vibrating reminders of a smartwatch.
Time never rushes anyone, it just calmly spreads the scroll and waits for each life to write the answer with choice. When we stop chasing time and become its collaborators, those minutes and seconds that have been gnawed by anxiety will eventually blossom into an unexpected abundance in a relaxed manner.
At this moment, look out the window -
A ginkgo leaf blown by the wind is completing its golden arc, clouds are reorganizing constellations in the sky, and the smile of some stranger has just lit up the corner coffee shop. These fleeting slices are the medals that time gives to the brave: we cannot have eternity, but we can always choose how to carve the moment.
