We dodge in and out of traffic, roll through stops signs and pass aggressively on the right, all just to arrive at our destination a few seconds earlier.
We reflexively respond to a text, even while driving, despite the obvious dangers and the virtual certainty that the message is neither urgent nor important.
We sit in lines for days to be among the first to get a new iPhone.
We pack our schedules with mind-numbing activity, only to move from one meeting or event to the next, in a Tasmanian Devil like frenzy.
We eat most of our meals as if we were in some sort of qualifying heat.
We’re quick to interrupt.
And even faster to judge.
Just what exactly does all this rushing about and false urgency get any of us? An ego boost? A rush of adrenaline to make us feel more alive? A sense of importance?
There are, of course, plenty of good reasons to hurry.
There are urgent and sometimes desperate situations which demand our attention right now. There are meaningful problems we all can help solve.
It may be as simple as calling that friend who needs to hear a compassionate voice.
It may be embracing forgiveness, rather than living in resentment and condemnation.
It may be tutoring an under-privileged child who needs help reading.
Perhaps it’s donating money to provide a safe place for victims of domestic violence to escape from their abuser.
The list of good and valuable reasons to hurry goes on and on.
And it doesn’t include cutting people off (literally and figuratively) or compulsively rushing to purchase some new gadget in the vain hope that it will truly make us happy.
But perhaps I’m too quick to judge?