Why is it that we get so trapped in this rat-race of life that we forget the beauty of living? Why is it so hard to just be happy? Maybe because at a young age we’re taught that if we don’t run fast enough, the world will leave us behind. But what’s so bad about that? If being left behind means you’re happy then why is that an issue? Why is being ahead of the race so much more important than being satisfied? Why are we all at war with one another when our end goal is to be happy… to be content?
The crossing line we’re all trying to reach is like the horizon. It’s unattainable. No matter how fast we all run, no matter how much effort we put into our legs, we won’t ever reach that horizon, then what’s the point of making ourselves miserable?
We all have our own journeys, our own pathways and our own pace of running. Love, it’s time to screw the world and everything in it and live for yourself. Because what is gone won’t ever come back again.
-Words I say to myself every day