The phone rings. “ANSWER ME, ANSWER, ME ANSWER ME. URGENT!!!!” but I ignore it. It goes away and there’s no message. Obviously not all that urgent after all.
The dogs want a biscuit. “NOW, NOW, WE ARE STARVING! WE MUST HAVE SOMETHING NOW!” but I take my time, breaking a bigger biscuit into smaller pieces. They eat and are begging for another with the same urgency — as if they had received nothing. If you are a dog, the next biscuit is always an emergency.
The mail arrives. Two envelopes are pink, telling me that they contain URGENT MESSAGES … but they are addressed to “Homeowner.” I think maybe they are exaggerating the urgency.
Everything is urgent, but most of it is not merely not urgent, it’s not even of minor importance. The only mail marked “urgent” is junk mail which I will throw away, likely without opening or reading it. Now that we use “NOMOROBO .com” … those urgent calls from automatic dialers are intercepted after the first ring. The world goes on. Urgency is reduced to a ring and a half, one robot answering another’s call.
If no one is sick, no one needs an immediate trip to the emergency room? It isn’t urgent. The only true urgency in life is getting to the bathroom on time!
Otherwise? It — whatever it is — can wait.