Running the race of life

RUNNING THE RACE OF LIFE

I am small, very small as compared to the vast boundaries that surround us all. Visiting them -- for it's not possible to cross them in that death only can help us cross -- makes me wonder how the stale smell of life, prevalent since the time immemorial, ever since the origin of life, has exited here on earth.
Just yesterday I saw another place, another boundary, another horizon. I was alone. And the search independent. There was something new in there. After all, it's that point where you land or take off from. It was real, the sense of being so close to what we call the meeting-point between the air and ground.
But, at the back of my mind was the same old feeling that keeps troubling me all the time -- all of us will die one day, then what is this race for? Why not look for the real meeting point, the real place we are heading towards. The place we are destined to go after we have done our stories and filed them in the folder of life.
And then something strikes me. What is it? Is this the Enlightenment? The same thing that Lord Buddha achieved under that banyan tree?
Sadly, no. It's only the thought that maybe someday somebody might come across your story leafing through the pages of life. That you need to run your race well, whatever it is for. It's not about winning or losing it, it's only about running well.
And guess what I'm doing? Running, of course.