We have our whole lives planned out for us since the moment we are born. There is a time and schedule for everything. It is not often that we are allowed to just be. We are inevidently just made a part of this rat-race that seems to have no finish line. Where does one stop? Do we keep planning each and every minute of our lives or should just go with the flow? Take upon everything in our stride, when and how it comes? Also, does making plans and achieving our benchmarks really make us happy?