09/06/2026
In the last post, I wrote about attention.
Since then, I keep noticing how often I move through the day without really being there.
I used to believe that if only I became more organised, planned better, used the right tools, I would finally have enough time for what matters.
Instead, the opposite happened.
Every tool that promises to save time seems to create new things to do. Every hour that gets freed up is quickly filled again.
The speed keeps increasing.
And I keep noticing how often I move through the day on autopilot.
Thinking about work while riding my bike. Planning dinner while answering messages. Listening to a podcast while walking somewhere. Always somewhere else.
I arrive home and realise I barely noticed the journey.
What bothers me most is not being busy.
It’s the feeling of becoming more superficial.
Reading more, but understanding less. Knowing more facts, but spending less time with each thought. Moving from one thing to the next before I have fully experienced the previous one.
Do you ever feel this too? Like life keeps speeding up, while there is less and less time to really experience it?