Sea of people was pouring out from the metro a while ago. People of different ages and classes came out rushing for reasons who knows what. Probably trying to make it home early for dinner. As for me, I was rushing to make it home before my dad starts calling me because then I will start to panic and try to fly my way home.

I have taken the metro on rush hours for many times now. But still I am not used to the hustle-and-bustle and the "tensed" feeling whenever I am there. It is like everyone's on-call for an emergency and no one has a minute to spare even for a relaxed walk.

This made me realize something. Whether we are rushing to make it to dinner, to make it before curfew, or to just not waste time on travelling, we are all rushing to something. We always want something done ASAP because of one thing: a deadline.

Rushing is part of our lives. We all have deadlines to meet and bosses to please. It may be our professors, the manager, or our dads. But altogether, we only have one deadline. We don't know the specific date, but our Boss made sure that He had given us enough time to build a life that will please Him. So that when it's time for our Boss to grade our work, He'll give us the smile and the approval.