The following excerpt by Jay Walljasper is from the collection Less is More (New Society Publishers, 2009). This compilation of essays comes from some of the most respected voices to grace the simple living movement over the past few decades.
The alarm rings and you hop out of bed. Another day is off and running. A quick shower. Wake the kids and rush them through breakfast so they won’t miss the bus. Down a cup of coffee. Shovel a bowl of cornflakes. Hurry out to the car, not forgetting a swift kiss on your partner’s cheek. Hightail it to the freeway, making a mental note to grab some takeout Thai on the way home. (The kids’ soccer practice starts at 6:15 sharp.) Weave back and forth looking for the fastest lane while the radio deejay barks out the minutes — 8:33, 8:41, quarter to. Reaching work, you sprint into the building and leap up the stairs three at a time, arriving at your desk with seconds to spare. You take a couple of deep breaths, then remember that the project you didn’t finish last night must be faxed to New York by 10:00. Meanwhile, you’ve got five voice-mail messages and seven more e-mail messages, two of them marked urgent.
The Speed Trap
More and more it feels like our lives have turned into a grueling race toward a finish line we never reach. No matter how fast we go, no matter how many comforts we forgo in order to quicken our pace, there never seems to be enough time.
It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way. As a kid in the 1960s, I remember hearing that one of the biggest challenges of the future would be what to do with all our time. Amazing inventions were going to free up great stretches of our days for what really matters: friends, family, fun. But just the opposite has happened. We’ve witnessed a proliferation of dazzling time-saving innovations — jet travel, personal computers, Fed Ex, cellphones, microwaves, drive-through restaurants, home shopping networks, the World Wide Web — yet the pace of life has been cranked to a level that would have been unimaginable three decades ago.
Curiously, there has been scant public discussion about this dramatic speed-up of society. People may complain about how busy they are, how overloaded modern life has become, but speed is still viewed as generally positive — something that will help us all enrich our lives. Journalists, business leaders, politicians and professors feed our imaginations with visions of the new world of instantaneous communications and high-speed travel. Even many activists who are skeptical of the wonders of modern progress, the folks who patiently remind us that small is beautiful and less is more, look on speed as an undeniable asset in achieving a better society. Four-hundred-mile-an-hour trains, they assure us, will curtail pollution, and modem links across the planet will promote human rights.
Revving up the speed, in fact, is often heralded as the answer to problems caused by our overly busy lives. Swamped by the accelerating pace of work? Get a computer that’s faster. Feel like your life is spinning out of control? Increase your efficiency by learning to read and write faster. No time to enjoy life? Purchase any number of products advertised on television that promise to help you make meals faster, exercise faster and finish all your time-consuming errands faster.
Yet it seems that the faster we go, the farther we fall behind. Not only in the literal sense of not getting done what we set out to do, but at a deeper level, too. I feel this keenly in my own life. Like many Americans, I’ve always moved at a fast clip. I can’t stand small talk, waiting in line or slow numbers on the dance floor. It has always seemed obvious to me that the faster I move, the more things I can do and the more fun and meaning my life will have. But it has gotten to the point where my days, crammed with all sorts of activities, feel like an Olympic endurance event: the everyday-athon. As I race through meals, work, family time, social encounters and the physical landscape on my way to my next appointment, I’m beginning to wonder what I’ve been missing, what pleasures I’ve been in too much of a hurry to appreciate or even notice.
I hear an invisible stopwatch ticking even when I’m supposed to be having fun. A few weeks ago, I promised myself a visit to a favorite used-book store that I hadn’t stopped in for a while. It was a busy day, of course, and I rushed through what I was doing and dashed over to the bookshop fully aware that I would have only a few minutes there before I needed to be going somewhere else. Heading for the travel section I bumped — literally — into a friend I hadn’t seen for at least three months. He was in a hurry, too, and we proceeded to have a hasty conversation without even looking at one another as we both frantically scanned the bookshelves. It must have looked highly comical — two talking heads bobbing up and down the aisle. Finally we each grabbed a book, raced to the cash register and hollered good-bye as we sped off in opposite directions.
Walking away, I felt suddenly flat — anticipation of a pleasurable pastime giving way to dulled disappointment. I had not enjoyed a meaningful conversation with my friend nor experienced the joy of browsing, and now I was carrying home a $12.50 book about London in the 1890s that I wasn’t even sure I wanted.
Is Slow Really Beautiful?
Experiences like this are making me question the wisdom of zooming through each day. A full-throttle life seems to yield little satisfaction other than the sensation of speed itself. I’ve begun voicing these doubts to friends and have discovered that many of them share my dis-ease. But it’s still a tricky topic to bring up in public. Speaking out against speed can get you lumped in with the Flat Earth Society as a hopelessly wrongheaded romantic who refuses to face the facts of modern life. Yet it’s clear that more and more Americans desperately want to slow down. A surprising number of people I know have cut back to part-time jobs or quit altogether in order to work for themselves, raise kids, go back to school or find some other way to lead a more meaningful, less hurried life — even though it means getting by on significantly less income.
And according to Harvard economist Juliet Schor, these are not isolated cases. Author of the 1991 best-seller The Overworked American, Schor says her research shows that “millions of Americans are beginning to live a different kind of life, where they are trading money for time. I believe that this is one of the most important trends going on in America.” Fed up with what compressed schedules are doing to their lives, many Americans want to move out of the fast lane; 28 percent in one study said that they have recently made voluntary changes that resulted in earning less money. These people tend to be more highly educated and younger than the U.S. workforce as a whole, although they are being joined by other people who are involuntarily trading paychecks for time off through layoffs and underemployment.
People want to slow down because they feel that their lives are spinning out of control, which is ironic because speed has always been promoted as a way to help us achieve mastery over the world. “The major cause in the speed-up of life is not technology, but economics,” says Schor. “The nature of work has changed now that bosses are demanding longer hours of work.” After a long workweek, the rest of our life becomes a rat race, during which we have little choice but to hurry from activity to activity, with one eye always on the clock. Home-cooked meals give way to frozen pizzas, and Sundays turn into a hectic whirlwind of errands.
Yet there is a small but growing chorus of social critics, Schor among them, who dare to say that faster is not always better and that we must pay attention to the psychological, environmental and political consequences of our constantly accelerating world. Environmental activist Jeremy Rifkin was one of the first to raise questions about the desirability of speed in his 1987 book Time Wars:
We have quickened the pace of life only to become less patient. We have become more organized but less spontaneous, less joyful. We are better prepared to act on the future but less able to enjoy the present and reflect on the past.
As the tempo of modern life has continued to accelerate, we have come to feel increasingly out of touch with the biological rhythms of the planet, unable to experience a close connection with the natural environment. The human time world is no longer joined to the incoming and outgoing tides, the rising and setting sun, and the changing seasons. Instead, humanity has created an artificial time environment punctuated by mechanical contrivances and electronic impulses.
Rifkin closed his book with an eloquent call for a new social movement to improve the quality of life and defend the environment, a movement of people from all walks of life gathering under the “Slow Is Beautiful” banner. Perhaps appropriately, progress in forging such a movement has moved forward very slowly in the decade since Time Wars was published, while the pace of modern life has revved up considerably, thanks to breakthroughs in technology and new economic demands imposed by the globalizing economy.
The prominent German environmental thinker Wolfgang Sachs shares Hillis’ interest in devising an aesthetic of slowness and offers his own ideas about what form it would take. “Medium speeds will be considered an accomplishment, something well done,” he says. “And when you see someone going fast, you shrug your shoulders, saying, ‘What’s the point?’”
Slow for the Sake of Sustainability
Sachs believes that speed is an under-recognized factor fueling environmental problems. As he puts it, “It’s possible to talk about the ecological crisis as a collision between time scales — the fast time scale of modernity crashing up against the slow time scale of nature and the earth.” In his view, genetic engineering, with all its potential for ecological havoc, is an example of how we interfere with natural processes in the name of speeding up evolution. Sachs’s recent report Sustainable Germany — which maps a route to a green society — embraces slowing down as a key environmental objective, proposing to put 100-kilometer-an-hour speed limits on Germany’s autobahns and scrap plans for a high-speed rail network. He also recommends strengthening local economies and cultures so that people won’t have to rely as heavily on long-distance travel.
“A society that lives in the fast lane can never be a sustainable society,” Sachs said in his report. “In a fast-paced world we put a lot of energy into arrivals and departures and less into the experience itself. Raising kids, making friends, creating art all run counter to the demand for speed. There is growing recognition that faster speeds are not just a natural fact of the universe. It’s an issue for public attention. What has not been discussed before now is: What kind of speed do we want?”
Jogi Panghaal, a designer who works with community groups in India, defines the issue as not simply whether speed is good or bad, but whether the world of the future will allow a variety of speeds. He worries that a monoculture of speed in which the whole world is expected to move at the same pace will develop globally.
Sachs and Panghaal raise the question of whether we will have any choice in determining the tempo of our lives, or whether we’ll all be dragged along by the furious push of a technologically charged society. When I hear friends complain that their lives move too fast, they’re not talking about a wholesale rejection of speed so much as a wish that they could spend more of their time involved in slow, contemplative activities.
One can love the revved-up beat of dance music, the fast-breaking action on the basketball court or the thrill of roller-coaster rides without wanting to live one’s life at that pace. A balanced life, with intervals of creative frenzy giving way to relaxed tranquility, is what people crave. Yet the pressures of work, the demands of technology and the expectations of a fast-action society make this goal increasingly difficult to achieve.
Ezio Manzini, director of the Domus Academy design institute in Milan, sees hope for a more balanced approach to speed springing from the same source that fuels the acceleration of our lives: modern mastery of all that stands in our way. “This is the first time in history in which people think they can design their lives,” he said.
In an age of technological marvels, we’ve come to expect that solutions will be found to help us overcome our problems. So if the problem now appears to be too many things coming at us too fast, we’ll naturally begin looking for ways to slow down. Humans may not have opted for slowness in the past, but they have also never had to contend with constantly soaring speeds that not only diminish the quality of life, but also endanger the future of the planet.
How to Hasten Slowly
All these ideas are fine, but how do we even think about the enormous undertaking of slowing down a world that’s been on a spiral of growing acceleration for more than a century and a half? Especially when the captains of the global economy dictate that speed is an essential ingredient of tomorrow’s prosperity? How do we begin to apply the brakes in our lives when the world around us seems to be stomping on the gas pedal?
The city of Amsterdam itself seemed to offer an answer. More than almost any city in the world, Amsterdam has consciously curtailed the speed of traffic, creating a delightful urban environment in which a bike rolling past at 15 miles an hour seems speedy. Strolling the narrow streets for just a few minutes, you encounter all sorts of shops, restaurants, nightclubs, parks, public squares, banks and movie theaters — an impressive array of shopping and entertainment that would take at least an hour’s worth of driving and parking to reach in most American cities. You’re moving slower than in a car but experiencing much more.
Amsterdam’s efforts have been widely imitated around the world by advocates of traffic calming, a burgeoning popular movement that seeks to improve safety and environmental
quality by reducing the speed of cars. The spread of traffic-calming techniques like speed bumps throughout Europe, Australia and now North America provides a sterling example of how a grassroots movement can bring about the slowing down of society.
This idea of calming could be taken out of the streets and into workplaces, government and civic organizations. It’s true that transnational corporations wield near autocratic authority in today’s global economy, but a spirited worldwide campaign for shorter work hours, more vacation and a less intense work pace might crystallize worker discontent into a potent political force that would undermine that power. Juliet Schor contends that additional leisure time, not further economic growth, will be the chief political goal of the coming age. (We’ve already seen the start, with women’s groups and labor unions leading a successful campaign for family leave policies in American workplaces.)
But before any political movement can take hold, people need to begin thinking differently about speed and how important it really is. For 150 years we’ve been told (and believed) that the future will inevitably be faster than the present and that this is the best way to broaden human happiness. And speed has brought major improvements to our world. But in taking advantage of its possibilities, we have become blind to its drawbacks. While the acceleration of life that started with the first steam locomotive didn’t crush our bones, it may have crushed our spirits. Our lives have grown so hurried and so hectic that we often don’t take in the thrill of a sunset, the amusement of watching a youngster toddle down the sidewalk or the good fortune of bumping into a friend at a bookstore. We can regain the joy of those things without giving up the World Wide Web, ambulance service and airline flights to Amsterdam. Rather than accept that the world offers just one speed, we have the privilege, as Ezio Manzini says, of “designing” our lives.
Wolfgang Sachs, project director of the Wuppertal Institute for Climate, Energy, and the Environment in Wuppertal, Germany, says, “It’s a struggle for me to slow down, as it is with many people. But the key is to be able to dedicate yourself to the proper rhythm, geared to what you are doing, whether you are playing with a child, writing a paper or talking to friends.” One thing that keeps his life from whirling out of control is walking to work each day. Those strolls offer him 20 minutes each morning and evening when he’s out of reach of the rushing insistence of the modern world.
Juliet Schor has slowed the pace of her life by setting firm limits on when she works. “My work time is limited by my childcare hours. I don’t work on weekends. My life outside of work has also been simplified. I rarely drive a car. I ride my bike. I just don’t do all the things that make me crazy. And my husband, who is from India and has a much calmer approach to life, has been instrumental in helping me slow down. He has taught me to just do one thing at a time.”
We all have a chance to slow down. Maybe not at work or in raising kids, but someplace in our lives. It might be turning off the rapid-fire imagery of television and taking a stroll through the neighborhood. It might be scaling back the household budget and spending Saturdays fishing or gardening instead of shopping. It might be clearing a spot on your daily calendar for meditation, prayer or just daydreaming. It might be simply deciding to do less and not squeezing in a trip to the bookstore when you don’t have time for a relaxing visit.
That’s how I’ve started the “Slow Is Beautiful” revolution in my own life — right in the kitchen, scaling back my busy schedule to find more time for cooking good meals and then sitting down to enjoy them in a festive, unrushed way with my wife, son and friends. Even cleaning up after dinner can offer a lesson in the pleasures of slowness, as I learned a while back when our dishwasher went on the fritz. Before that, I had always just tossed dirty dishes into the machine as fast as possible and hurriedly wiped the counters so that I could get on to more worthwhile activities. But when I was forced to wash dishes by hand, I discovered that although it took longer I had way more fun; I’d put some jazz or blues on the stereo and sing along, or just daydream as I stacked dishes and glasses on the drying rack. What had been five or 10 minutes of drudgery, filling the dishwasher and desperately wishing I was doing something else, turned into 15 or 20 minutes of relaxation. Our dishwasher is fixed now, but I still find myself looking forward to cleaning up the kitchen. A lot of nights, I wash the dishes by hand anyway, and when I load the dishwasher, now I do it slowly and without the slightest hint of displeasure.
Reprinted with permission from Less is More, published by New Society Publishers, 2009.