Why do we rush around everywhere, hurriedly completing a task just to move on to another task?

Could it perhaps be because we are deathly afraid of staying still long enough to think?

Long enough to mourn the death of our inner child? Long enough to feel guilty for letting it die, out of negligence and out of convenience? Out of necessity?

Or perhaps we are so afraid of stagnation? Of slowing down long enough to wonder why we started running in the first place, to feel the uncertainty of lost dreams?

Or perhaps we are just simply afraid we may wake up from the temporary insanity we call life, where dreams are goals to be worked towards but never achieved.

Or perhaps the answer is beautiful in it’s simplicity; perhaps we rush and rush, abhorring delays and inefficiency, simply because it is our nature as humans.

Perhaps we were never meant to be satisfied.


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