What is the hurry

Rush hour. Traffic jams. Living out of suitcases. Always on the move. Rootless... they don't really make sense. On the way, I have lost many of my freinds. I have forgotten to say "I care" to those who matter. I have forgotten to be me. Now I want to change lane... I need to slow down and appreciate the finer side of life. What is the hurry, anyway?