I do not mean to explain how many miles/hour the speed of a snail on this post. What I’m trying to say is a kid’s scolding to a friend a few days ago. “Uh… Come on… you’re so slow… you’re like a snail, you know?”.
Sounds normal, doesn’t it? But after pondering, I think there is something interesting from the parable. Anyone acknowledges that snails are very slow indeed, but that is because we compare them with ourselves, or at least with other creatures.
I just want to take a small motivation from this parable. Let’s just compare our speed, right now with our speed yesterday. The velocity I meant is certainly in the broad context that you also understand because for those who are getting older (like me) our speed will slow down, our steps shortened, the finish line becomes more visible. So for us who have aged, the size is how mature and wise we understand life and live the rest of life. For those of you who are at age with full of capacity, how do you respond to your speed?
Let’s move, enthusiastically, your soul wants to finish its mission!