speeding

I think I'm going too fast, I'm living too fast. I can't seem to relax. Everything I do, I want to get it done quick.. then move one and do the next thing.. I think in this crazy, stressed-out fast-paced world many of us are guilty of this. Is it a bad thing really? It doesn't seem so, after all efficiency is very much sought after.

The thing is.. every now and then, I get tired.. I slow down and take a look around.. Its then I realize how unsettling some things are, how inadequate I am, how dissatisfied I sometimes feel.. Then I get back to going a hundred miles an hour again, cause it makes me feel like I'm fixing all those things. But when I stop for gas once again, I realize what I did was just a quick fix. I go back to square one..

Life is what it is, and I'm just a boy.. and perhaps not the most ordinary person.