We wouldn’t be here without rhythm.
The rhythm of the lovemaking that led to our conception. The rhythm of the contractions that delivered us into the world. The rhythm of the biological functions that sustain our everyday life.
It’s all rhythm, baby.
Life is rhythm, and we are the Pacemaker.
Pay attention, then, to your arrythmias. Notice when you’re hurry-hearted or heavy-hearted or half-hearted or lub-dubbing someplace in-between.
Take heart in the fact that life is rhythm, and you are the Pacemaker.