Slow and Steady Wins the Race.

I sometimes think of how my life was a year ago. and how its changed. The people who were so close to me then, are people I barely know now. I think of how everything, and everyone has changed... And I worry that I will somehow get left behind. Or that I probably already have. Do I have catching up to do?

My mom feels the need to tell me that story about the tortoise and the hare.

"Slow and steady wins the race."

but is this life a race? And is it a race I really want to win?

I mean, winning a race consists of getting to the end the fastest, right? And if this lifetime is a race, then the end would be death. So why the rush?

I dont know, maybe my mentality is wrong; but the way I see it is I have nothing to rush off to. Whats the point of a happy ending if you have no memories of getting there.

So sure, rush off to your future.

But as for me... I think I'm the one leaving you behind.