We are the driven ones.
But the pressing on of time,
Takes us as small things
Into the everlasting.
All this rushing
Will soon be over;
For it is in lingering
That we receive insight.
All is in repose:
the darkness and the brightness,
the flower and the book.
Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus First Part, 22
Mindfulbalance 
Beautiful words said so perfectly. (It’s somehow amazing to me that there has been so much rushing around for so many centuries…)