Every morning I go out in a walk and all I hear is screaming and loud honks coming from people and cars around me, I cross the street only to hear a crazy horn and a screaming guy who's level of tensions would make you think he's off to stop the next 9/11, like when I drive with tens of cars stopping up ahead to a red light with the driver behind me honking so maybe I could activate my car's wings ability and open the road so he can go on and get in time for his mission to bring back Matt Damon from Mars, how come we're all so busy, tense and in a constant hurry, if we're all so occupied from talking to each other how come we have so little to say when we talk ?
How come we're all so depressed all the time and we pass on the first sight of hope ? Do we enjoy the thought of us having an interesting life more than whether we have one or not? When have we lost the ability of flowering in joy at the sight of the neighbour's kid smile, or the new episode of our favourite show? Why have we made watching Television and all the episodes a chore?
While the destination might be great, I'd suggest you don't miss on the journey as every tear, smile, pain, relief, heartache, kiss is worth your time.
Your life is a book and you're in so much hurry to get to the last page then why should others read it ?