Bunnies.

You are all like bunnies, harmlessly hopping along.  You are chasing a horse, who is trotting at a comfortable speed, just ahead of you.  The horse is chasing a carrot, dangling above its head.  You are chasing the horse which is chasing the carrot.  You want the carrot, and the horse tells you he will share.  Little do you know, you are hopping through a whole field of carrots, the tops of which tickle your underbellies as you follow behind the trotting horse.  All you need is someone to tell you where you are, that there are carrots right beneath you, and that you need not mindlessly follow the horse any longer.

Truth: I am the horse.