Yesterday a Test match finished early. And though the game was undoubtedly an exciting one, it was played at such a pace that the enjoyment it afforded lasted only two of the scheduled five days.
Which is a pity, because in these dark days such opportunities for entertainment should be savoured – just like a fine wine that has matured over years. Such a gustatory delight shouldn’t be gulped down so quickly that its rich and complex flavours are not as appreciated as they might have been, had it been sipped more slowly.
Much like fast food, which is all too often endured rather than enjoyed, when compared to a lovingly prepared Michelin-starred meal – the like of which I’m still waiting for, and am likely to do so a good many more years yet. But, should that occasion ever miraculously arrive, it is the very waiting that will make that experience not only more memorable, but more meaningful too.
And something similar could be said of most things of value in this world, be it the relationships that are established over decades, the knowledge that results after a lifetime of study, or the understanding, some semblance of which may conceivably be approached only after years of not having a clue what’s going on.
All of which simply serves to say: life’s too short to be rushed.
Some musings 