is fascination a luxurious gaze?

I find it rather calming to look around and walk about observing and being fascinated by all that surrounds me. As a child I used walk with my mother for hours, while she shopped. Everywhere I looked there was so much to see.
I look around and there are things that still catch my fancy, just the pleasure of walking past an open corn field with the trainline in the distance as the sun is soft and the breeze is blowing. Suddenly, I hear this voice "Hurry! You're wasting time. There are things to be done, places to be. What are YOU doing? Do something! Times are changing. The world is CHANGING. FAST!"
I look around and see there are lots of people walking in their own directions, each with their purpose, with some WORK TO DO!! There are things to buy, mouths to feed, more to work, more to earn, more to buy, more to achieve, more to follow, more to want, more to buy, less to live.
Don't think. Keep moving. Faster. Keep going. "You wouldn't think like this if you had to struggle" "It's because you don't have problems" "You don't have a purpose!"
"It's a fool's job to think. - I mean to think about the ways of the world. Nothing can be done about it. So don't think, just do. Do some work."

So I stop. My head is throbbing. Can nobody see that living is gone. William Blake said "Nothing is lost." So let's move on. Is that what we're doing?

When I think of living today, I'm reminded of a star that starts combusting faster and faster to completely consume itself.

"An introduction to Sarayu's world"

A world of fragments. A world of collages, made with layers picked up along the way from parents, friends, sights, sounds, movies, songs and the works, racing Time and Money. Hope to draw the best of all worlds to make a wholesome and happy me : )

Have been trying to represent my life and times and it's taken the form of a collage

www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyaWw8rx7eQ

Shelter from the storm

While we pay to feel temporarily secure, we pay even more to feel insecure. In a world where blackness is a virtue and the road is full of mud, none to realize, while sitting tucked under their blankets watching the news on the tele. There speak many of big things and few others wake up. While we sleep, there are others on the other side of extreme, who are scrounging for the next meal and who are fighting to stay ‘warm’. A storm that is awakening and there are to see it. And Dorothy’s already paid the cops to take her in, when the beginning of the end starts. And all the stolen power, they hope to blanket them will keep them as warm as the Indians in their blankets of friendship and sickness and death.

Everyone's asking "what can we do?"
Everyone knows "even a little goes a long way"
A little is good, a little will only last till 'Day After Tomorrow'
What you can do is the biggest thing there is...WHAT CAN I DO??? everything's moving so fast, my head is throbbing with the beats..my mind is lost in the trance..I can feel the rhythm sway me..but I'm so worried all the time that I find it hard to appreciate and be fascinated, like I did when I was a child.