My father tells us that to move is the fundamental facet of life. It is normal to be on the move.  Even single-cell organisms have it programmed in them to move in search of better places, better lives. When he was younger, my father moved a lot, he moved far and he moved fast. Now in his eightieth year, he has come home. Not only to our cosy home, but he has come home to himself.

We begin talking, heart to heart, in the latter years. And I think he finds, there is a lot of richness at home, here. There is a lot of beauty in us that we miss out on if we are rushing through our just-a-minute life, until the day we run out of minutes and realised that we have not lived.

There is this new book that I could not resist buying:

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It is a terrifying, well-written book that tells its readers to slow down, put the brakes on and LIVE. To read, to understand and to make necessary changes so that you live meaningfully before you run out of tarmac, before you miss something out on the important things in life that actually matter.

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We just want everything faster, we want everything AT ONCE, NOW. Look how hooked we are on Instant Messaging, texts, cell phone.  From Silicon Valley, these inventions marched out to change the way we live, the landscapes of our love life, media, politics and even the natural world.  It happened so fast; the human body could not keep up with the speed that these electronic messages are now transmitted.  No wonder we are experiencing a disconnect between realities, the ‘wrong movie’ sensation.

A friend I knew through Facebook is a young widow bringing up her late husband’s daughter – her posts are poignant for that reason: many of us take so much for granted, forsaking the real value in life, chasing things that have no meaning at the end of the day.

And so my father sits here contentedly, the old Professor who had seen light, whiling an evening away at home and loving it. Evenings in  with loved ones are worth more than anything outside, methinks.

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