Instant Retreat for the Fast and the Furious


Restlessness keeps me searching for more--no, for something else which may not be necessarily more. What it is, I don't know. But the longing is best expressed at looking at something far off and away. The distant scene attracts. The elusive seems desirous. The not-here tickles the mind and sets the heart aflame.

And a flaming heart reveals the emptiness inside. Becoming but never be. Overflowing and yet empty. Mobile though not seeing the things passed by. Perhaps, I'm moving that fast. Perhaps, I rush frantically into the morrow without having enjoyed today.

Just this afternoon, I stumbled upon a Jesuit website which proffered a 3-minute retreat. Without so much ado, I clicked on the button hoping that my soul's hunger will be satisfied. But it didn't. I was too preoccupied to internalize the device, too restless to sit down and still my soul, even for just three minutes.



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