Is life nothing more than a race?
I feel that life is nothing but a race on a serene roadway.
Many people have already swished past me at their high speeds.
I, on the other hand, am moving at my own sweet pace. I pull my car to a side-road and I escape into the beautiful green fields which the roadway interrupts. I losen my tie, pull my camera out of my bag and I let myself loose in the green fields. I see mud pathways leading to distant cloud covered mountain peaks. The sun's about to set and the sky puts a display of various hues of the dusky beauty. Fresh breeze blowing on my face, I sit there on the grass waiting for the perfect moment for a perfect photograph.
I wonder where my peers are rushing so fast. To the finish line? So that they can relax after they finish the race?
Well, the finish line never exists. The roadway never ends. You'll be off the road when you're done.
I know that anyone who sits still is a loser. You need to have a sense of direction in your life. You need to have a purpose in your life. But to rush at maddening speed ! It doesn't make full sense to me. Even if I'm on my top speed, I'd enjoy the wind on my face.
Life is not a race. It's a journey. Every single day is as important and as beautiful as the end !
Enjoy it !