"you're always in a hurry to get things done" my brother suddenly spoke distracting me from my reverie, he wasn't entirely wrong but it hurt my ego to accept that.
I never really enjoyed anything when I was in a rush, for example, cooking was meant to be done with attention and happiness, one should enjoy the process of cooking but most of the time I was in a hurry to see the food ready.
I sat down thinking of what my brother said and then decided to enjoy the process, read pages, line by line assimilating every word like they were precious, enjoying my work and not just thinking of when you're going to be done, it was hard at times but it's satisfying.
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