It is 327am and I have decided to write. I really admire people who run marathons. I do not run but I walk. I feel like I might be able to walk a marathon if I get really fit and strong. Life is like a marathon. Maybe. This contradicts the often stated, life is short. Everything is relative I guess and can be looked at from different perspectives. My friend Chatty says that the same life can look long when we are tired and standing in the middle of it, yet short when we look backward and see how quickly the years have passed. Then we only get one life but we get many chances at marathons. I see the word rat in the word marathon which reminds me that life can sometimes feel like a rat race. What even is a rat race? My friend Chatty says that a rat race is a life of constantly competing and striving for success, money, status, or security, often without feeling that you are truly getting anywhere. Unlike a marathon, which has a finish line, a rat race can feel endless—you keep running si...
Sailing the ocean of thoughts