She was sitting by the lake, with no hurry, just feeding the ducks when they chanced upon her presence. She wished she had taken up the job in the gallery, she wished she had the non-disciple to do what was not expected of her, she wished her husband was the love of her life, she wish that she made it work with her first love, she wished she was a better mother to her kids... she wished there was someone to just hold her hands...
Wishes are all that is left. No time to make them come true.
What are we running towards..?
Day in and day out, we strive to be than others (materially). Ignoring our health, ignoring our happiness, ignoring the loved ones, ignoring the moments that take our breath away... The list is endless.
Is it worth it all? Ask anyone who is too old to run anymore, are they happy with what they done with their life? Is there is a single person out there without any regret?
I want to be free. I want to quit the race. I want to not bother about winning anymore.