The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone, but its steps are never hurried.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe · attributed
I used to read solitude as a penalty for not fitting in. Goethe turns it over: the walk alone isn’t slower because it’s lonely, it’s slower because it’s noticing. Beauty doesn’t rush. Neither should the person looking for it.
A word for it: tarrying — to linger deliberately, past the point you were expected to leave.
Sits beside Rilke’s advice to live the questions rather than chase the answers.
Speed is a decision about what you’re willing to miss.
Where in your life are you mistaking speed for progress?