We Rush

I, have been pondering over this for a couple of weeks, and I scared myself so much this evening that I had to write about it.
My simple issue is, we rush. We rush too much. For everyday I have lived, there's always this alarming obligation to just go somewhere, do something, quickly.
Self indulgence that is swift and effortless. And as we wander through our lives rushing, we begin to commemorate nothing and no one. We become selfish and we only believe in hurrying for that momentary feeling of gratification after. But it's not enough.
As we rush, we lose our identity, the one person we are because we never have the time to notice and appreciate it.
We begin to live like the empty-minded, only do what we are meant to do and to not even be grateful for it.
Everyone becomes the same. Same in a bad way. There are no bright personalities, no contrasting behaviours, no unique cultures and no significant religions.
Nothing to believe in. Just rushing. All the way to our grave. No one is keen on death, but we'll hurry there anyway.
Everyone wants to know what happens after we die, but we're satisfied in believing nothing takes place.
The modern civliisation is becoming nothing but a business, a world of capitalism feeding on the lives of people in just making money. And not many people seem to notice.
Oh, what have we become?

"They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From The Dead!! Ahhhh!" - Sufjan Stevens