Ever stopped to wonder why we’re always in a rush?
A rush to win the rat race.
A rush to earn more.
A rush to keep working.
A rush to be accepted by society.

It’s as if the meaning of life has been hijacked by urgency. We’ve turned our time here into a spinning wheel of speed, forgetting that life was meant to be felt—not just measured. We’re here to experience, to notice the beauty around us, to soak in the good moments. After all, we’re not infinite—we’re limited editions.

We’re just one species among many on this planet. Yet somehow, we’ve become the only ones burdened with economic responsibilities—earning money, feeding families, paying bills… blah blah blah. But isn’t work just a part of life, not life itself? Isn’t paying bills just a necessity, not the purpose of our existence? Isn’t spending time with our kids, our spouses, our families—just one beautiful part of life, not the whole of it?

Life means different things to different people.
But for me, life is simple.
Life is me.