I hear you.

Though sometimes in order to function in our environments we have to move at the same speed as the rest of the herd or get trampled.

But that doesn't mean we have to mentally miss out on life because of the physical rushing about.

I remember an old quote but I can't remember the source.

"Before a man becomes enlightened;
he rises in the morning,
eats his breakfast,
works in the field,
comes home in the evening,
eats his supper,
makes love to his wife,
and goes to sleep.

After a man becomes enlightened;
he rises in the morning,
eats his breakfast,
works in the field,
comes home in the evening,
eats his supper,
makes love to his wife,
and goes to sleep.

It's not so much what you do as HOW you do what you do.

Sitting in traffic can be a good time to practice a little slowing down and being mindful of things (the pattern of gravel in the road way, the light reflecting off of the cars and signs around us, the feel of my feet on the brake...)

I've stopped driving with my radio on so I can better pay attention to the world around me. This very well may be the last time I ever drive anywhere (zipped enough people into body bags in my career), and I don't want to miss anything no matter how small and insignificant.

Ever tried eating a bag of M&M's one at a time?

It's an interesting exercise.