Time to pause

If you sit outside nearly any subway stop in a big city, you'll quickly pick up the sound of cars honking nearby.

It happens is waves. One starts and then another. Pretty soon it's three or five or ten.

It's a cacophony. Occasionally, it lasts so long that it sounds like one long drone.

One question to ponder is: Are they happy sitting, waiting, honking?

Is wherever they're going worth the wait?

A better question: Are they hoping to feel better once they've arrived at wherever they're intending to go?

If so, why not just feel better now?

Why not decide that this doesn’t have to be suffering?

Hoping to get somewhere else faster doesn’t make things better for anyone. It steals the chance to notice, to sit in silence with things as they are, and to not do—not fix, not force, not flee.

Just to be.

Sometimes the most radical act is to do nothing.