# Slowly

Even now as I write, I wonder to feels if I should be paying attention to the things around me or not.

I love to walk through a small park near my apartment, it's size is barely a block but I've seen it have quite the movement, children playing, people drinking mate, the usual.

I have to remind myself to walk slowly through it in order to enjoy it.

Is it normal to be walking so fast?

I wondered myself if forcing yourself to be overworked because "you will not be able to finish a piece of art" is something worthwhile for me.

Would I be sad I didn't finish a piece when I die?

I like to think it's a similar question to "Am I sad because I didn't read more books when I was at school? Because I never told my crush my feelings? Because I didn't do something that I can't do anymore?"

Honestly I am not sure what would I say on that day when I finally bite the dust.

But today I shall enjoy it the ways that I know how to.

Today that answer may be "No, not really.".

They recently opened a coffee place near my house, I wonder if their coffee has good aroma.