Why do we make ourselves so busy? Why do we deny ourselves the time to take in the little pleasures of life... and a laugh now and again.
Probably because we all feel like we're just barely getting by. We either have so many bills to pay or so many hours to work... and we just never have quite enough.
Enough of what? ...you tell me.
The moral of the story: we over work ourselves, lead these busy busy lives aspiring to be and to have so much more, and forget what life is about. What is life about? Well, I'm not totally sure yet. I know one thing though: life isn't about running around from one thing to the next, so busy that we can't be bothered to wash a plate, or reuse a towel, fix something when it breaks, or else we retire something early because it's gone out of style. How absurd is that?
Slow down. Work less. Spend less. Be more happy.