Rushing

This culture spends a great amount of time rushing from one activity to another. “No time to say hello goodbye.” Ferocious moves in traffic to gain a second or two. Must get to_ what?

Most rushes end up in trivial activities and a lot of wasted time and waiting. Sitting at a restaurant, looking at the media, simply bored. Our laser focus rapidly scans but finds little worth seeing.

Oh, I did my share when I was younger. Modern life demands that we at least go through the motions. Everyone _ including beggars in the street _ must think that they are overworked and overwhelmed.

Everyone calls periodically for a kinder, gentler, more laid back lifestyle. But, like pedestrians crossing the street, anyone going too slow will simply get mowed down and eliminated. Fast bastards win, not least because they get the cars.

Sadly, none of this rushing seems to have actually made anyone more deeply happy. In fact a lot of rushing seems to explicitly try to disguise how unhappy the quick pace is. We wear out, but are too tired to rest as we rush to the bathroom for sleeping pills.

Little ants, and not a cheerful one in the bunch.