A million miles an hour

As I was driving in the car today, I noticed the trees off to the right covered beautifully with snow and said something. This was in the middle of a conversation we were having. His first reaction was to say that I was a dork, and why it doesn't matter, Though after a second of thinking hes like "you know they are beautiful".

This took us into a discussion about how many times we miss so much, simply because we are running at a million miles an hour. Its always one more thing to do, one more project, one more something, and it just ends up becoming one more day.
I am finding that if I just slow down to just notice the little things it helps keep me in check.

Though this is easier said than done, I know personally... I feel guilty because I am not running fast enough, like I am not doing already enough to fill up the space in my life. Its the way our culture pulls us, to just do a little more, take on one more thing. Whats the point of life if you get all this stuff, but don't ever enjoy it?

I mean really? What are we running after?