Everybody continues to run…
At a pace unmeasured...
The death race has begun and this time it has enslaved a greater number of people. Long days and even longer nights have witnessed the amateurs pace past them at lightening speeds. Every runner has his best shoe on and every shoe wants to hail its feet a victor. The best from every imaginable direction have started to run. We are all running towards an invisible destination or are we running in the right direction?
I have also been running this race for a long time now. New people, i start chasing and new people start chasing me, after every specific interval of time. This race knows no result. It knows no age and has no expiration date. However, this race has a million illusions of winning and even greater illusions of losing. Every single time I run past a participant, the feeling of ecstasy is indescribable and every time some one else surpasses me, the pain is equally indescribable. However, there is no time to celebrate or even cry a river over the loss.
There have been several occasions when I’ve wanted to freeze the sands of time and walk at a slow pace on a beach, listening to the roar of the tides, feeling the hush of the night and the gaze of the moon. There are times when I just want to run into HIS arms and hide like no one can see. There are times when I just want to give up, because that seems to be the easiest option.
However, the nature of the race is deceptive. Though giving up seems easy, it is one of the hardest to implement. Once the race begins, you are compelled to run, with all your might. You run despite your strengths and weakness. ‘cos the only thing this race taught us is to never give up. Like some one once told me, the difference between a winner and a loser is nothing but patience...
