They called him Mr Speedy Gonsalves, cause lived and breathed SPEED. Speed was what he craved for, speed was what he lived for. It was a way of life for him. Slowing down wasn’t an option. He believed it was a dog-eat-dog world, and if you needed to stay ahead of the rat race, speed was what he needed.
He wouldn’t have his life any other way, till one day he had no option but to slow down.
He felt like his life had suddenly some to a halt,like when one jams a break to avoid running into a wall, but you nevertheless run into it, abs it leaves you shattered and broken.
This was exactly how he felt. He felt like his world was crumbling around him. He felt he couldn’t live if he didn’t have his speed.
The feeling of going slow was new for him, was unknown to him, was repulsive to him. He couldn’t fathom how one could be slow. But then he had no choice but to be slow for his beloved speed had dumped him.
At first he found the going difficult, he found going tough, he found going next to impossible. But like all creature he had to learn to adapt or be prepared to perish, and perishing into nothing was unacceptable to him. So had no no option but to slow down
As he slowed down his life, he learned that although he lived his life, he never truly lived his life. There were so many things he missed out, there were so many things he didn’t get to experience, all because he was he wanted to stay ahead of the race, all because he was addicted to speed (not the drug), he had a need for speed.
So he took to being slow, slowly getting used to it, slowly understanding he didn’t always need speed, he didn’t always need to be fast. He realised when you take it nice and slow your really get to experience life, you really get to live it the way it was intended to be.
So now he’s no longer known as Mr Speedy Gonsalves, but is known by his new moniker, Me Nice and Easy.
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