People with busy -- sometimes harried -- lives are sometimes encouraged, "You gotta stop and smell the roses."
Slow down, sort things out, find out what is important and put the high-voltage lifestyle in perspective.
It's a good thing to slow down, get over the 'important' stuff, winkle out what is really important.
Smell the roses.
But for all the crafty and sage wisdom that smelling-the-roses implies, it's a funny thing about roses: They may be important today, but are they important tomorrow? What wisdom can be imparted to the (wo)man who is already smelling the suggested roses? Roses bloom. Roses die. Isn't that the way of things?
I guess if someone is smelling the roses the only advice worth heeding is ... stop and smell the roses.