Life?

In this fast-paced world, everything happens within a flash. We don't get to see what happened and why it happened; all that we could imagine is how it affected us. We do not stop and think twice about what exactly we are doing and where our deeds are taking us. Sometimes we come across those rare people who think they had planned it all and all is going according to their plans. Well, if that is the case and if that can be the way this life could be lead, I would prefer to be dead. If life was meant to be planned, it loses all of its logic, rationale, and purpose. I completely fail to understand this piece of theory when people try to prove their point. We come here and plan things till we die; yet we cannot live happily, yet we cannot live fully; yet we fail to connect to people and nature; no matter how far we plan; we fail to connect to the very purpose of our existence. Why do all people spend their lives earning and spending money? Well, some of you might disagree with me; however, if money was not there what would be your primary job throughout the days and weeks -eating, sleeping, or mating; or all three. If you think carefully, these needs of yours can be very well managed without a fistful of dollars. We do not need money to sleep tight and long; or to mate with passion and zeal; or to enjoy eating. I do not get when people are doing everything except these three things that are the sources of immense pleasure. Although I am a big fan of Osho, I am not trying to sound like him at all; what I am saying is instead of doing what pleases us; why we go round and round and come exhausted to nothing but overlook what is there in our home. If people are so obese that they cannot even get out of there bed; if they have diabetes and cannot even smell good food, the food which they have spent their entire life for; if they are so exhausted earning so called money that they do not have patience and energy to speak to their women or men, forget about mating; if they cannot sleep because the demons of future needs haunt them from the time they close their eye-lids to the time they open them; if they cannot appreciate the morning and the rising Sun; if they cannot do things they are supposed to do; what in the hell makes them think they are living?