A rat race is an endless, self-defeating, or pointless pursuit. The phrase equates human beings to rats attempting to earn a reward such as cheese, to no avail. It may also refer to a competitive struggle to get ahead financially or routinely.
An exhausting, repetitive lifestyle that leaves no time for things that really matter.
Getting dressed in clothes we buy for work in order to get to jobs that we don’t like. Driving through traffic all day in cars that we are still paying for. Doing this so we can afford the homes that we leave empty all day in order to afford to live in. This is a cut throat, winner takes all, self-induced hamster-wheel lifestyle leaving no room for passion or spontaneity.
We have to buy and own things in order to prove to everyone else that we are ok. That we are worthy of love and respect and adoration.
That we are competent.
There’s no time to go home and cut the grass, so we pay a service to do it for us. Deliver our groceries. Clean our houses. Shovel our driveways. Spend all our time at work so that we can afford to pay other people to spend all of their time at our houses taking care of our kids and doing our laundry.
We own quarter million dollar mansions with dining room tables that our families never see and we wonder why there is a mental health crisis growing amongst us…