Our lives of such infinite value come and go in a whirl of busyness. We hasten and hustle and there is never enough time and always too much information. The hours trip over themselves as they pass into eternity. You will never have them back so regret every one not spent as you would really wish them to be spent.
Life increasingly is an unrelenting rush of activity and chores, appointments and commitments. “Things that have to be done at once” dominate the day to such an extent that there is hardly a moment, or no moments at all, for the far more important things that do not need to be done at all. There are more and more reports to be reported on. What spare hours there might be are spent dealing with the overflow from workdays cluttered with obligations which lead inexorably into other obligations. Such is the recipe for stress.
