What's the hurry?

An incredible thing about living in city is that everyone seems to be in a hurry. I come from a small valley and for reasons best known to myself, I seem to be caught in a time warp. While friends and ex-colleagues seems to be doing better by the minute, I am still the same ol' confused self. On second thought, it was this dreamy and often lethargic universe of mine that must have hampered my material growth.
Is it ego that drives us humans to a never ending circle of pursuit for the elusive thing called contentment? I often wonder what it would be like to just give up everything and give in to my deepest desires. Yet, something prevents me from doing something so unconventional and the thought of its repercussion scares the hell out of me. I am a confused soul. But am I the only one? My public school upbringing and upper middle class background constantly prey on my conscience, even making me miserable at the futility of this race for privilege, prestige and a status we so guard, like a last straw to a drowning man! That is why, I guess I am here in a place, not of my chosing but a victim of circumstances. A lame excuse I know but I think I am a great loser nevertheless. In this hurried world of the go-getters, I am perhaps one of those endangered species of mankind who still yearn for inner peace and little comfort I can find by following a dream - a dream to travel the world, a dream to find a compatible soul.