If we manage to spare sometime in contemplative retrospection we will usually find ourselves living out these compulsive lives. It seems as if everyone is in a hurry and scared of being left behind. Albeit there doesn't seem to be any idea about where we are heading.
We have started judging ourselves in mechanical terms like productivity & efficiency. It seems criminal to just be. In fact "being" has kind of become an art which these days can be learnt in these new age yoga spas that teach various breathing techniques.
In this quest of being ahead we are diluting ourselves to become machines. Because what's really the reason behind this insatiable ambition. Are we really doing all this effort for a better life. If yes than where is it. All we seem to be pre-occupied with is materialistic hoarding and a physiology of constantly wanting more.
We are literally spending our lives to earn money rather than spending it to give a fulfilling life. And money isn't the problem here. Making money to enhance life for greater possibilities is its real serving but making it the only motive of life seems derogatory.
