The Rat Race
Well, today is Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving, all. Not much happening over in the Windy City. Just going to hang out at a friend's house and bring some potluck.
What I really wanted to touch on was the Rat Race. No, not the movie. I'm talking about life. It's something that I've been caught in for the past decade or so, and I'm sure millions of other people are as well. Yesterday, I popped in a CD and listened to some music. I just sat there and listened and enjoyed, for the first time in about...gosh, I can't even remember. When was the last time you put the brakes on, stopped running the rat race, and just enjoyed life? It's sad how life seems to jump in to warp speed when you get out in to the world. There's never enough time to study, to read, to shop, to finish working, to clean. Eating a sit-down meal with friends/family is a special occaision; usually you just woof something down and run on to the next task. I bet I can beat some of those world class walk-racers. Not to say I'm a lazy bum who would rather lay on the couch and drink beer in front of the TV all day. But I think every now and then we all have to slow down and enjoy life, otherwise what's the point? What's the point in working, working, working, running here, running there, studying, seeing patients, making appointments, running errands, doing chores and then in the next hour...Why do all that if you're not going to take the time out to be happy and enjoy something about your day?
God didn't put us on Earth for the sole purpose of working and I think I've finally realized that.
Which makes me wonder how/why people in NYC do it.
I think from now on, I'm going to try and take time out each day to just enjoy something about it. Whether it's listening to a song (just the chorus - no time for a whole song), or enjoying the view from my window( car window - as I frantically drive home through Lincoln Park through rush hour traffic so I can get home to work out, then study, then eat, then study). Well, at least it's something.
What I really wanted to touch on was the Rat Race. No, not the movie. I'm talking about life. It's something that I've been caught in for the past decade or so, and I'm sure millions of other people are as well. Yesterday, I popped in a CD and listened to some music. I just sat there and listened and enjoyed, for the first time in about...gosh, I can't even remember. When was the last time you put the brakes on, stopped running the rat race, and just enjoyed life? It's sad how life seems to jump in to warp speed when you get out in to the world. There's never enough time to study, to read, to shop, to finish working, to clean. Eating a sit-down meal with friends/family is a special occaision; usually you just woof something down and run on to the next task. I bet I can beat some of those world class walk-racers. Not to say I'm a lazy bum who would rather lay on the couch and drink beer in front of the TV all day. But I think every now and then we all have to slow down and enjoy life, otherwise what's the point? What's the point in working, working, working, running here, running there, studying, seeing patients, making appointments, running errands, doing chores and then in the next hour...Why do all that if you're not going to take the time out to be happy and enjoy something about your day?
God didn't put us on Earth for the sole purpose of working and I think I've finally realized that.
Which makes me wonder how/why people in NYC do it.
I think from now on, I'm going to try and take time out each day to just enjoy something about it. Whether it's listening to a song (just the chorus - no time for a whole song), or enjoying the view from my window( car window - as I frantically drive home through Lincoln Park through rush hour traffic so I can get home to work out, then study, then eat, then study). Well, at least it's something.
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