Slow down. Life isn't a race to the end.

We rush through mornings, meals, conversations, seasons. We rush our children to grow up and ourselves to get ahead.

But where are we rushing to? The end of life isn't a prize.

The good stuff is along the path: the flowers, the long talks, the unhurried meals, the ordinary afternoons that turn out to be the best memories.

Take the scenic route sometimes. Walk slower. There's no medal for finishing first.