Rush.

Everyone's in a rush.

A child rushes to become a teenager. A teenager rushes to adulthood. An adult rushes to his or her grave. Rushing is the root of many mistakes. I should know. Rushing lead me to something I can't even dream of escaping from. If only I took my time. If only I observed things calmly and thoroughly. Maybe I would've been able to have a lovely username. 

So stop rushing. Take things easy. Like cats. Though cats have nine lives. And as humans, we only have one. So maybe we do need to rush. But for the same reason, we have to take things easy. (Paradox? Yes, for me. I don't even fully recall the meaning of paradox. Just let me use it to seem... deep. ) Man. It would've been easier to be a cat. So I guess the moral of the story is to eat a cat and hope for the best.