The long run

Confident or nervous?

Rock or sand?

Pro or amateur?

Do your eyes work or are the signs beyond senses?

Left simply to be an artefact of the ineffable.

But then how do we run the race?

When fears emerge.

He pursues excellence.

When Goliath attacks.

He pursues excellence.

When left to die.

He pursues excellence.

Why?

Because the goal demands it.

But what even is the goal?

Money?

Sex?

Power?

Chasing the wind is not a race you can win.

It is not even a race.

But it is perpetual.

Everybody should get rich and famous and do everything they ever dreamed of so they can see that it's not the answer.

Finding ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy.

The most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.

Occhams razor.

Futility and frustration are twins.

The end goal cannot be a goal if the goal changes upon arrival.

You see the man on the street is free whereas the one in the suit and tie is a slave.

It is just we have learnt to love our chains.

So do you add or subtract?

Become a space giver or space invader?

Humble yourself or hold yourself as the deity?

Identity precedes destiny.

Some called it the cause and effect - a chicken or an egg.

But both fall short without purpose.

A map to cross the road is needed.

The alternative is simply to become roadkill or the prize of someone else’s lunch.

Clarity starts with considering you are not your own.

You were bought with a price.

And that changes the race completely.