How hard it seems to be to just stop, even if but for a moment or two. Stop worrying, hurrying, scurrying around in futile little circles without end… What really matters in the end is not going to be how great a worker I was, or how productive an employee I was, what testament is that to who I was? I was so much more than that, but what did I do with my time? Did I stop everyday and just devote a few moments time to enjoying the fact that I was alive?