At the food court by Top’s market, Kim:

I cannot go back. I cannot live that way again.

I’m an addiction counselor, and I realized, I became addicted to stress.

You know some places, they’re happy with a f*ing chicken, but back there, you compete on cars and salary. You need this and that and all these papers. You earn a lot, but you spend it all too. You have to compete on status, what you make and what you have. Your salary makes you. You move two hundred miles an hour and become addicted to stress.. It’s a cycle, it’s the same thing as the people I was treating. You know what I’m talking about?

There is a saying, “Don’t travel so fast that your soul can’t catch up.” I finished ten minutes ago, but I sit here, digest, watch the people, smile, and let my soul catch up. Let me tell you a story. Not about me, a story.

This flight arrives at the airport and everyone rushes toward the transfer plane. But when they count the people, one person is missing. They have no idea where he is.

Finally someone spots him on the runway. Sitting next to the airplane is a monk. Just sitting there. Smiling.

“What are you doing? We should get moving.”

“I’m waiting for my soul.”

I tell you, I look at the last ten years, and they went just like that. I was going so fast. two hundred miles an hour. I was in a nice Mercedes but I still went too fast. I would much rather be on a bicycle. Then I can see the scenery.

There’s a clock in all of us and one day it stops. I tell you, I don’t want my time going so fast like it did. I’ll take it slow and travel with my soul. Go with my soul. So now I sit here and let my soul catch up.