Why do you rush?

If at the end of the night you'd be with yourself, why do you still want to beat the rush hours?

Why do you scan the book and rush through pages if in the end you'd be re-reading it?

If you know you'd arrive in your destination in no time, why run and exhaust yourself?

There's plenty of time. There's a lot of things to notice.

There's more to life than speed. Efficiency is a dangerous thing.

Someday, all will lie on their deathbed. And there hurry won't be wanted.