Why do we so often forget

to enjoy the process of life

while it's unfolding?

Why are we so preoccupied

with rushing through everything?

Why are we in such an enormous hurry

but then saddened when it's over?

We rush to grow up and get through things

and then wish we could do it over again.

Why not slow down and enjoy the process?

Then we wouldn't have the same regrets

and could say such words

as prasing the beauty of our life.

If you tell me why the fen

appears impassable,

I then will tell you why I think

that I can get across if I try.

- Marianne Moore