The soul has its speed (its slowness) and it is the literature that knows more about it. When we tell a story, we actually stop for a few hours the hour-glasses, leave the current time, and build another, parallel time. Every reader knows that while he/she is reading, he/she resides simultaneously in two times - the actual current time and the time of the story. The art of multiplying the realities - it is kind of a miracle that physics cannot explain. To delay and delay the end by telling stories - too. Just think of Scheherazade, who, with every story told, postpones her death, day after day.
Slowly. Wake up slowly, let life flow into your veins along with a sip of tea or coffee. Clarify your thoughts, think of the day, of a loved one and a favorite place. Take a sip of the emotion. Go out and do something good, make someone smile, cause happiness. Make your day. The evening is coming, accompanied by the serenity of the night. Life is yours. Find and enjoy the beauty in it, create it if you do not have enough. Embrace and kiss your loved one, and love. And read a few pages. Slowly and with pleasure.