Why are we so driven? Why are we in such a hurry to get a promotion? A bigger office? The corner office? Before we even know how to do the job. Why is it, we’re no sooner back from one holiday, we’re already booking the next? Before we’re even over the jet lag.
Why aren’t we ever satisfied? Content, to rest a while.
Why is it, after playing a great game of golf on Saturday, we hit buckets and buckets and buckets of balls, so we can play a better game on Sunday? Without taking a minute to enjoy the round we had. Why are we so anxious to get to the top of the mountain, we don’t even notice the beautiful scenery along the way.
It reminds me of those tours. You know the ones. See 14 cities in 10 days. The minute your plane lands, you get herded into a bus, along with 40 other tourists, with name tags, baseball caps and cameras slung around their necks. You whiz by all the standard tourist attractions, with barely enough time to point and click, through the window. It’s just one, constant blur.
No time for any exploring. No time to mingle with locals. The only time you get out of the bus, is when it’s time to go to bed.