What's so great about speed? When you slow down, so does time because you notice so much more of it. If you are at a loss for experience, move as slow as possible.
Walk slowly to reveal the secrets of a city. Exercise slowly to bring every muscle into your command. Eat slowly to taste in high fidelity and relish the bitter notes. Think slow and you are meditating; gain access to the wordless wisdom of the universe.
Personally, I write better by hand or on a typewriter. My thoughts have time to align before being extruded by hand onto a page. When you write slowly, you coax the living stories from their burrows and into the warmth of your lap.
When you love slowly, you ascend from hunter to naturalist. You swap “point and shoot” with “wait and witness.” You let the garden grow. When you move at the speed of trust, you can can orient toward heartbreak and relish the bitter notes.
When you live slowly, the boundary between pain and pleasure softens. You no longer fall for cheaper, faster, or better. You embrace the waste, you collect mistakes as kindling. The hard wood of friction burns slower, but far hotter, than the soft wood of comfort.
With slowness comes speed. With slowness comes meaning. With slowness comes the revelation that you are enough, because you are the universe. And if you stop trying to move so fast, you might let the universe move you instead.
So beautiful.