Rushing

In London, the tubes come every 2 minutes, in Switzerland the trams every 7, yet still I rush. I rush and catch the bus as if my life depended on it.

It's madness. Crazy. Yet I still do it. No amount of self talk stops me.

I see the vehicle approaching and I forget all sanity and make a bee line straight to it, putting mine and many others lives at risk.

Removed from the event I wonder what that 2 or 7 minute efficiency brings me/my life?

I think very little.

However most surely this rushing and hurling myself down a street, contributes to a bit of personal stress.

Yet still I believe that these efficiencies add up. And at some level they make the difference. But is it worth it?

Does rushing around like a mad woman, really offer me enrichment?

Wouldn't stopping to look around, smell the flowers, observe the grafitti add more value to my life?

I have no idea.

However what I do know is that the magnetic pull of an arriving train, has something over me that I don't know how to control. For me it is an impossibilty, to watch the tram pull in and pull out again, without an attempt at catching it!

Am I the only fool out there, doing this????