The running. The bated breath. Wobbling knees. Unease. Fear of not reaching. The pursuit has taken over.
The sun is tired. But it’s trying. The air is misty, a little wet. The breeze is cold, unforgiving.
Slow down. Slow down. Stop. Stop.
Take a breath. Look ahead. It’s still farther.
Look behind. Take in, how farther you’ve run.
Take a moment. Feeling clear?
Nobody will reach. There’s no destination. Only the finish line. Of life.
Let them run.
Find your moment. Be in it. Find another. Live it.
A cup of coffee. A sip of laughter. Feel glad. Feel grateful.
Don’t Go. Stay here. In this moment.
There’s nothing to pursue. Nothing at all.
To understand it, is the pursuit.