As long as I remember, I have seen hurry around me. Watching mum pack the tiffin box in a hurry, then catching the school bus in a hurry. Lunch break would be the same. Reaching home fast so that I could play longer in the fields—and then hurry home for homework.
Every stage of my life—a similar feeling—from bathing quickly to sleeping quickly to waking up quickly.
Hurry. Just hurry.
Hurry for what? Is hurry mindful? Is there a good hurry and a bad hurry? Where does it stem from? Is it always about the next?