As a New Yorker, this is beyond perfect. We are always on the run, rarely worrying about ourselves or other people. Always saying, "Oh, I'll do that another time or I will hang out with them next week." Another time turns into never and next week turns into next month. Before we know it another year has gone by and we don't feel accomplished or like we were really living with purpose. This doesnt mean everyone should go save the world and/or do things completely selfishly, but...make time. Make time for the little things and the important people in your life, including yourself. Life is too short not to cherish every moment, especially the moments of silence and those of laughter and those of peace.