✍️ Why I Chose Writing Over Speed – Notes from a Quiet Mind

✍️ Why I Chose Writing Over Speed – Notes from a Quiet Mind

I used to measure life in milestones.

Now, I measure it in mornings.
Moments when the world is still, and my thoughts arrive slowly.
It wasn’t a dramatic shift. Just a quiet longing to feel again.

 
There was a time I believed in speed.
In fast answers, fast success, fast everything.
I scheduled my days to the minute, moved through them like a checklist, and thought the more I accomplished, the more alive I was.

But I was wrong.
What I built with speed, I lost in depth.

I had the milestones, yes—but I couldn’t feel them.
And what’s a life if you can’t feel it?

 
Writing slowed me down.

And in doing so, it saved me.

 
Each time I returned to the page, I returned to myself.
No deadlines. No comparison. Just a soft place where my thoughts didn’t have to compete—just arrive.

I realized I didn’t want to outrun my days anymore.
I wanted to walk with them.
To sit with a sentence. To watch an idea unfold.
To write not for output, but for presence.

 
There is a silence that comes when I write.
Not empty—but full.

It holds the questions I’m still learning how to ask.
It allows space for emotions I once rushed past.

Writing taught me to move at the pace of meaning.
Not marketing.

 
Now, when I write, I don’t chase clarity.
I wait for it to come.
Like light slowly spilling through the cracks of an old window.

Choosing writing over speed wasn’t a strategy.

It was a surrender.
To softness.
To slowness.
To a mind that needs quiet to bloom.

 
People ask me now how I get so much done.
The truth is—I don’t try to do more.
I just try to feel more of what I do.

And in that space, words come.
Gently.
Faithfully.

Like old friends returning to a room I finally remembered how to open.

 
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✍️ About the Author
I don’t write to go faster. I write to feel slower.
To create from stillness instead of pressure.
Writing is how I return—to the moment, to the meaning, to myself.
And through it, I’ve found a softer way to live.

“Less but better.”
“Freedom is a quiet morning.”