Life goes by so fast

 I'm sitting alone, wondering if it's better to write my words in pencil or via keyboard.

Birds are singing outside, I hear a baby crying. Life just goes on as it should. So why do I feel like I'm not keeping up. People around me are moving, rushing forward at a speed I am unable to exert. Each step takes time, I don't like change, I like stillness, and yet I have to keep pushing myself to some next action I don't even want to take. I like to write, read and take pictures but each of these activities takes too much time that everyone tries to take away in every way possible. You should do everything these days and there are huge demands on you. With the constant pursuit of money, perhaps he doesn't even see what's around him as it's in all of our genes that we must be members of a herd, a family, a community, a tribe but today's community is running away at such a breakneck speed that I just can't keep up. I don't want to keep rushing, I'd like to just sit for a while, read and not have to think about how I'm still not running fast enough, not earning enough to live and not be a burden to the rest of my family. Just to sit and listen to the birds, contemplate the beauty of a sunny day in the middle of a meadow with blooming flowers of magical sunflowers, write in my diary the most interesting findings from the various books I bought with the last money and then full of enthusiasm to take my SLR camera and capture how a butterfly perches on a flower with such ease and such attention that every heart sings.  In my imagination, ideas fly through the air, flourish, and upon realization, perish and weep again at life.