Bookmark #76

I thought the trick with time was to never have too much of it on my hands. The idler my moments, I believed, the idler my thoughts. It was in jumping from one task to another, and from one place to another, where I found peace, momentarily so, until I lost it again. That was when I learnt that it was neither in the abundance of time nor in the absence of it. I learnt, it was in the transition. It was in the movement. It was in that little moment between still here and almost there. That moment right there was my moment of peace. That was where I wanted to stay, always.