The Rat Race

Driving home the other day I realized that it was one of those rare occasions where I was going home early. I realized that it was too beautiful a day to be wasting stuck in a car in the middle of traffic. I just wanted to sit under a tree and enjoy the breeze. It got me thinking about why we run ourselves ragged trying to keep up in this rat race. Why do we do it all? Stay in the office till very late and stress ourselves out working (sometimes for people we don't even like) till one day we don't recognize the people we've become. Why do we run this race every single day when the reward may just be right in front of us, under a tree in the cool breeze?