Why the hurry?

I find myself every now and then in such a hurry. To finish grinding the coffee, to make the sandwich, to shower, to make the bed etc. Only to afterwards do things that are not necessarily more important than those. Let me grind this coffee super fast so I can... read the news. If I make this sandwich quickly I can finally... stare at my screen for 2 hours. Sometimes it feels like there is life and there are those things in between. They keep getting in the way! Do they?

The before, during and after of all the things I do; they ought to be life. The grinding of the coffee and the making of the sandwich; All of the things I do everyday in the exact same way for the exact same reasons: They are life. If not them, what else? If they were not essential or to my liking I like to believe that I would not continue doing them.

While I grind the coffee I think about that grinder, the one that is four times the price of this one I'm holding. It grinds super fast! I would be finished a long time ago and then I could finally do what? What is so important that I need to optimize my life around it? What would I do with this extra time if not spend it doing other things I would probably deem equally unworthy because apparently there is always something more important to do to the point that everything else cannot be fully enjoyed because it is not that thing?

If I optimize everything when am I going to live? What would be "life"? If I would wake up and the coffee would be ground, the breakfast would be ready and served. As soon as I'd get up the bed would automatically make itself and I would only have to - oh wait a minute - suddenly I've already showered. The news have been fed into my system. The calories have been burned. The groceries have been done. The new season has been watched. My mother has been texted. My best friend has been called. Great, now all I gotta do is die. No, wait-