As in the case of lines, you are likely to stop when you are no longer sure you should go further – at the rear edge of the region of uncertainty.*
I suspect that the mind, like the feet, works at about three miles an hour.**
The heart, too, I suspect.
Slow is inconvenient.
It’s taken me more than twenty years to arrive at what I’m penning today, but if I value what I’m discovering and integrate it into my life and can help others, too, then maybe all that time is worth it.
The better future will be, I believe, the inconvenient one.