The Slow Life vs The Fast One
It’s Monday lunchtime…
I won’t lie, normally I hate this time. The first day back from the weekend, everyone is knackered & doesn’t really want to be there. Yet, come lunchtime, productivity has been variable to put it mildly, and subsequently lunch is sometimes seen as a sort of undeserved, guilty pleasure.
Yet this Monday, it’s different.
Probably helps that I’m sat on a sofa in France watching the cricket.
Yep, yesterday May 20th 2012, the old man turned 60.
It’s a good age, a dignified age, one he saw in with a hangover, and one which has left him drained.
Well… saying that, he’s playing with a toy helicopter right now, so he can’t be that drained.
Anyway, it’s got me thinking about the nature of how we spend our life.
The way I see it, there seems to be two ways of life:
The Fast Way (also known as “London Life”) – Where everything is savoured at break neck speed & everyone has to be consistently busy.
In London, nobody takes their time. Whether it’s rushing for a tube when there’s one a minute later, or throwing yourself into work, or simply drinking at pace because you know that in a few hours the last orders bell will ring and the drinks will stop.
People thrive on the fact that in a short space of time, something new & interesting will happen and subsequently a lot of the time, it does feel like the joy of an event, the gradual savouring of a moment, it is lost.
There’s too much to do, so you need to rush, you need to fit it all in.
The Slow Way (also known as the “France Life”) – Where there’s little to do, so you spread out the smallest task over the maximum length of time.
It’s true actually. Over here, everything takes longer. Normally because there’s nothing else to do. You don’t feel the urge to rush anything because you don’t need to fit it all in.
In London you might have 5 tasks on a daily goal list, in France you might have 1 (if you’re lucky).
It means that even the most basic task can actually take on a greater significance.
Hoovering the pool? Well that’s a 30 minute job that you can squeeze into a 4 hour slot. Finish that? Take a swim & then relax for the rest of the day.
Things just take longer, and are savoured. That’s why lunch seems to take 3 hours. Why rush it? Just take your time, savour a bottle of white with your hearty meal, then go for an afternoon kip.
I suppose when all is said and done, the fast one has major benefits. With so much available to you, it’s good to be kept on your toes. Sometimes though, it’s amazing to just have little to do.
It’s a hard life… 😉