i think we were meant to live slower than this. to grow tomatoes. to take afternoon walks. to cry without apologizing for it. to be bad at things and still do them. we weren’t designed for constant achievement. we were meant for moments. small, soft, nothing-special moments that somehow mean everything.
if reincarnation is real, I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to music they made in a different life, and read books they don't remember writing.