From where I am, I can see people racing through life. We are all at one place yet, living in different worlds. There’s the guy plugged in his music, not conscious of his surroundings. The girl wasting her breath and minutes gossiping about last night. And where and I in this mess, well I am the creep watching everyone run to the finish line. But when do they stop racing if they don’t know where they’re going? I don’t know the answer to this question. From where I am, I can admire the beauty of life. What’s more beautiful than life itself? Nothing.
So tell me, why are you still racing?
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