Most of the time it feels like school dominates the speed I'm living in. It flies so fast I have to ride on race cars to keep up with life, hence, the world around me seems slower. Someday I pitty all the things I've missed, but fortunately sympathy is an emotion I too rarely experienced, so it don't seem too bad.
I'm convince that you can't slow me down. I'd rather go so fast that no one can catch up to me then slow down. Day by day I run on an accelerating speed, since the day I was born. You may not understand it, because you weren't born in Asia. If you were, you understand what I mean by "since birth". Competition with other children in school, to thrive to be "the best", to be compared with others, I was born in the pressure led me to motivate myself. Now in college, studying in a field where information is updated every 3 years; our curriculum changes every semester. Looking at my future, I found life goals I must strive to meet, weather with others or alone (though hopefully not alone). It seems that nothing can slow me down. If you try to I will abandon you.
Yes, I realize accelerating speed is a good thing, and a very bad thing. I realize my life goes beyond my speed, and the world does not revolve around my speed. For many people, they don't care if everything is going in a goldfish speed (think of the speed a goldfish goes), that is how they learn, how they work. And if you and I strike up a conversation, I am willing to slow down for one or two hours.
Seems strange to live in slower speed, but its my fault for not having "slow" written in my biological program.
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