As much as I wouldn’t want to sound pessimistic, it is inevitable for me not to consider this purview of life. We are in a race, not against ourselves but against time, and towards a common goal – a common end, our death. Yes, we are in a race towards our death, but sadly we miss the purpose of being next to each other in these tracks – love, and support. We are running this race to our deaths alongside each other not to compete with ourselves, but to help one another. To show love and join hands in our inevitable flight to our deaths. Yet, the sarcasm remains baffling as our buffoonery. Running towards our death and yet killing each other before the end, which is still death remains startling. Those who fight everybody in their lane and kill them, are left alone and reach the end only to realize there was no trophy, no cameras, no cheerleading, but death. The same terror they unleashed on their colleagues earlier in the tracks embraces them in the end. And painfully they endure its torment amid loneliness, wishing those they destroyed earlier could have all been there with them, to share in this lonely plight. Love doesn’t make you weak, it makes you strong. Remember, those running alongside you are there to keep you from finishing this ephemeral race in isolation. Let us join hands and hearts, and strengthen our resolve, abandoning all the lies the world suggest in the name of competition, stratification, and occult pride.
Photo credit: WSJ, Olympics (2011), Google Images