Tuesday, December 06, 2005
My life is like a marathon without a planned route. People are running everywhere, and nobody knows where the finish line is. Some people have been running far too long, and bodies are collapsing everywhere. Sometimes I too want to simply stop running. I want to quit. I say to myself, “I’ll never run again”, for the promise of some relief from my aching body, my unquenchable thirst, my overwhelming tiredness… I just want to STOP.