no need speed racer

slow down sir, there’s no fire,” the strange, thick, caribbean accent shouted as i strutted and strolled to my office. “who are you,” i thought? this man didn’t know i always walk fast. he didn’t know i knew exactly where i was going. he also didn’t know i walked this same route every…single…day. i don’t think he cared about any of that. what he wisely knew however, is that no matter my destination, i didn’t have to rush. and i should enjoy the beauty of the journey. he was right.

a boy who loves – j. darius greene

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