It seems like I’m in a race where with me everyone else is falling behind. Some people have the inclination to give up, while others would rather keep travelling along the same path repeatedly, even when it appears to curve at corners and disappears.
And alas, the finish line is in sight. Each person is still focusing on you even though the finishing band has already been broken, and you are unsure of what they are now expecting of you.
People are still with me even though I’ve lost the race, but I’ve lost myself, my mindful heart has forgotten who I am, why I did it, where I came from and where I’m going next. Now that I have completely vanished, a breeze will carry me away, and I will search for a new starting point and the race will begin.
However, this time, when I reach the finish line, I would win myself , the only thing matters would be my soulful heart ,with no mind involved.
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