The modernity's trap and a glimpse into the slow life

Mark and Jacky are a happy couple. Jacky works in the afternoons as a school teacher, while mark has a small bakery located at about ten minutes walk from his house.
Mark and Jacky wake up at around ten in the morning and spend one hour enjoying their breakfast with their daughter.
Mark leaves for his bakery and Jacky takes her daughter with her to work.
Jacky spends the whole day with her daughter, she comes back from work completely refreshed. 

Afrer reaching home Jacky has time for quick, energizing slumber before heading to the kitchen to get food ready for her husband. 

There is always a child-like joy plastered across her face while she waits his return with a basket full of fresh bread and pastries from his bakery.
They sit on the porch after putting their daughter to sleep, talk for hours while Mark smokes his pipe and drinks a glass or two of his favorite Bourbon.
He occasionally gets out his guitar from its case and starts lulling the night with his beautiful compositions, sometimes accompanied by the soothing voice of his wife.
Relaxed and serene they head for the bed ready for a night of a healing and peaceful sleep.
This example may sound a bit extreme, but it helps illustrate a point, and makes the reality of our ruthless, lifestyle more vivid in its maladaptability to us as humans, a lifestyle which only helps filling the wards of mental institutions and the
lands of cemeteries in some extreme cases.