I looked around and see all kinds of people, moving along, walking down the path where the rat race was held. Some people were faster, and they surged ahead. Some stopped to help the slower ones, while the more ruthless ran them over.
Having walked down this road for years, I grew weary and started to question my purpose. Why was I devoting my life to this, when I didn't even know where the final destination is, or what the winner of the rat race would get. Suddenly, everything around me blurred, and the boundaries I thought existed, vanished into thin air. And just like that,
I've lost all motivation to survive.
Turning my sights on the other lesser-traveled path, I have instead decided to live.
-On a short break sorting my priorities out-
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