Note to Self: Rushing

That there is a road ahead is certain. Beyond the bend, there's another bend, and beyond that the horizon, always beckoning. I only want not to rush toward it. I have to learn to stop rushing. Because I see the thing and before I know it, I've blown right by, left whiplashed looking back to grab what was there before it's gone. It's rushing that sees me chasing futures I cannot map while forgetting pasts that could have guided me.

Slow the fuck down.