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Oatmeal Thoughts

As I was walking back from grabbing breakfast,
I had a sort of epiphany.
I was stressed out, angry almost,
That I wasn't back at my dorm yet.
Why couldn't I just be at my destination?
And then I realized, that that's how I've been living my life.
I'm rushing, trying to get to the end point,
Without stopping to enjoy the journey.
Granted, today I was holding a cup of oatmeal.
But there isn't always a cup of oatmeal trying to stay warm in your hand.
So slow down, and maybe explore those winding paths that branch off the main road.
And then when you have to speed walk to keep your oatmeal warm, you won't feel so guilty about rushing. Or maybe you'll just become okay with eating cold oatmeal.