Sit on a chair, and look around you.
The table in front of you took many hours to be built; it’s four legs shaped symmetrically. The finishing of the wooden top, coated to protect from wear and tear.
The music that is playing in the background. A singer with a four-piece band, playing through the speakers. The layers of production to give you this sonic experience.
The building that you are in, sheltering you from the afternoon heat. The house that is now your home.
Four thin pieces plus a slap of wood on the top took more than 40 hours to be made. The 3.5mins song took more than 3 months to be written and another 3-4 months to produce (maybe a year’s worth of mulling with the muses—and writing other bad songs—to even begin writing that song). The house that you live in took more than a year to be built, another six months to make it your home, and a lifetime for its soul to come alive.
Everything takes time to be made, but so little to consume it. Even that chair that you are sitting on right now.
You are made in the passage of time.
Make time to appreciate the making of things and people around you.