The Treadmill
Modern life has perfected a peculiar illusion:
it has taught men to confuse motion with arrival.
We run from dawn to dusk,
not because we know where we are going,
but because everyone around us is running too.
The pace becomes the purpose.
The exhaustion becomes the proof.
To slow down feels irresponsible.
To stop feels shameful.
Thus we remain suspended between two fears:
the fear of continuing
and the fear of stepping off.
We call it ambition,
yet often it is only momentum.
Like travelers who mistake the spinning of a compass for a direction,
we celebrate speed while forgetting to ask a simpler question:
Towards what?
The tragedy is not that we are lost.
The tragedy is that we have become so occupied with running
that we no longer notice we are moving in circles.
~raafayhsn
