This is a story about one woman. This is a story about all of us.
Every day we are hurry up. We are trying to complete all obligations that are chasing us. We try to do everything what we can imagine, even if there is not enough time. Then we force ourselves and do impossible things, because we have to.
She was always in a hurry. Every day she hurried to get a bus, which would take her to her workplace. At the workplace, she hurried to finish her job on time so she could return home as soon as possible. Her kids were waiting for her to play with her and to eat dinner which she will prepare for them. She hurried to fall asleep and to get up early in the morning. She hurried again to come on time at the bus station before the bus which will drive her to the workplace, where she will be in hurry to finish job as soon as possible and come back home.
As she hurried, years also hurried with her.
She woke up one morning in the age which is called the best. She was young successful woman. She went outside and suddenly fell on the street. They said that it was heart attack.
They hurried to find the place for her funeral. They hurried to collect the documents needed to delete her from the place, where she hurried yesterday. They hurried because they didn't want to waste their time. She was in hurry to, but time has already lost her. She didn't even notice when she fell out of her pocket like a coin and fell through the street manhole into a dark space, where everyone gets lost once, and without hurry.
Slow down sometimes, take your time. You will have enough time for everything. Take a breath and make a break. Take care of yourself.
This is the true story. Photos belong to me and they are original.
Thank you for reading.