Slow the Pace
One of the most significant shortcomings of modern life is anxiety created by feverish activity that does little to improve one's quality of life and much to ruin it. When life is feverishly lived, virtually everything we do is badly done, our mind is cluttered, and there is no leisure to reflect upon anything.
Often, those who sincerely long for a reflective and well-ordered life are at the same time deeply entrenched in a feverish life and strangely satisfied with their lot. They are intoxicated. They love the fever and they are concerned that to live in quietness would be akin to no longer living. Whether it is true or not that to live quietly would be like death to some, it is certain that a feverish life is disordered. It is bad for the health of the body, which simply wears out with overuse; it is bad for the health of the mind, which becomes incapable of deep reflection; it is bad for the soul, which no longer maintains its composure. 
So, if you are anxious, uneasy, restless, nervous, apprehensive, or suffer from any other such modern malady, don't seek to suppress such feelings with more feverish activity. Rather, slow the pace, learn to to say no, work on the discipline of small things, relish the gift of monotony, build a fire, pick up a book and reflect.











