After a terrific night out I thought it will be good to start my day early so that I could complete all my planned tasks and later take the afternoon off. But nothing seemed to be running smooth, and my precious day seemed to be taking a turn for the worst.
Everyone seemed to be in frenzy, wound up and stressed. I could feel the boiling pressure everywhere. From the bustling cars on the streets, to the harassed waitresses at the restaurant, and the fuming till operator who looked like she would explode if she didn’t get her cigarette break: everyone was wound up like a coiled spring.
As I was driving into Game City shopping mall, a stranded motorist saw me pulling up and asked if I was in a hurry. I quickly replied,” yes”. Without even missing a beat, and completely ignoring my response, the man started rambling on about how stranded and desperate he was. I quickly brushed him off and went about my business, mentally recounting all the things that I had to do that day. As it is, I was desperately behind schedule.
And then it hit me, that I was actually also part of the frenzy that consumes the city slickers every day. Day in day out we let the pressures of the world consume us, and we never even pause to take a break or think rationally.
I had failed to help a fellow man, without even pausing to listen to his plight, because I, like many others, have fallen prey to the pressures of the city. I am also a victim.
I think we are all in agreement that the city life is full of pressure. So often in our day to day lives, we can actually feel the pressure nipping away at our existence.
Everywhere we go, everyone is tense and in a hurry. Hurrying off to meet one deadline or another.
But the fact is that we are not going anywhere. We are just running around in circles. Where are we going? What is the hurry, men and women? We used to ride horses back in the day. Hell, we walked most of the time. We walked, we took our time, and we lived longer.
In the end we forget that we are all mankind. That we must pause and greet our fellow man and ask about their welfare and that of their families. No, nowadays we have no time for that. We only have time for our selves, chasing elusive ghosts that only serve to shorten our lives.
It is just pressure and more pressure. We live in a neurotic time and era where people have no idea what they are doing or where they are going. The doctors do not have the answers because they are being doctored by other doctors. The psychiatrists are also seeing other psychiatrists. The whole world is sick who will help us?