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opt slow , few and you.(a vent)

Be it the clothes that you opt for. Fashion is an expression right ? We choose clothes that are comfortable to our life just like our skin. But with all this fast and unsustainable fashion, the self-expression is losing is charm and so does our environment. Now fashion seems more of a task to fit yourself in the fake world. Buy less, smart and the only stuff you feel can represent your true, long term expression.

Coming on to the next thing, the friendships we build. It takes time to understand someone, to know their goods and to know their bads. And so does the person needs times and experiences to understand your true sense of being in their life. It will take time and vulnerability and heck lot of experience. I feel there is no end to how well you can understand someone. One cannot just opt for the good qualities in another human being and look for another perfect one once they discover the bads in the previous person. That would be a mess.

The third thing in my mind to support the slow life is also one of the most important aspect in our life. Our careers, our profession. Success comes slow. The faster it arrives, the faster it can be taken away from us. Keep learning and keep improving. Overnight success feels like either non existent or false existent.

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