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Time Moves So Furious, So Fast. Can We Just Stand Still?

Living a rich life isn’t related to our personal velocity.

Felicia C. Sullivan
6 min readJan 30, 2025
Photo by Gin Majka on Unsplash

At some point, we’ll stop breathing, the ground beneath my feet will give way and we’ll no longer register the sound of our own breath. The rhythm and pantomime of it will become lost on us, and the heart, which was once a steady metronome, a slow-beating tick of a clock, will beat so fast, so furious, that all we want to do is flee ourselves. Our desire to crawl out of our skin, which feels like paint on a wall covering a house that is crumbling, will be real. Bring on the DMT — it’s last call!

But let’s rewind the tape and think about the space between now and then.

We live our days tethered to a color-coded calendar while our ankles are chained to a desk. While we talk about how much we pay for the desk, the office — spaces in which we occupy and it occurs to us that we’re all chained to something. We have become masters of routine; we live to a repetition that carries its own symphony. We endure noise and stress simply because we’ve become accustomed to it, it’s common. Do we want what’s common?

With machines almost becoming part of our nervous systems, while increasing their speed every season, we’ve lost our Sundays, our weekends, our nights off–our holy days, as some…

Felicia C. Sullivan
Felicia C. Sullivan

Written by Felicia C. Sullivan

Storyteller/Author. Marketing Exec in a former life. Hire me: t.ly/bEnd7 My Substack: https://feliciacsullivan.substack.com

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Great article. I’m glad I found this. I’ve been on this platform for a couple days, and I am challenging myself to write every day for 30 days… I’m practicing storytelling from life experiences and finding my voice.

At moment, I am not writing…

I’m learning that the most private parts of my life can be still me mine if I leave them off-line. And when I’m ready, I can elevate those experiences into art and share them with reade...

I'm wondering --- this statement and your entire essay here is all how you convey powerful authenticity (which you always seem to do in spades)?

Lots of good points throughout this piece. I think what really stuck out for me was your observations regarding that narcissistic quality that does permeate the pages of the journal entry at times vs the control and emotional distance of the essay…