This is going to be such a crazy term...
what with the imminent avalanche of tests and projects that beckons sadistically at us.
It's an ugly world we live in, we are all in the rat race.

Why do we run though?

Have you ever felt like quiting, say in the NAPFA run, or some god-forsaken marathon?
Yeah, it's that...
"Sigh...I want to stop, I am so tired...suppose I refuse to run..? surely no one can do anything about it if I stop...?"
And so, you decide to stop.
You slow into a jog... a walk.

Already, people are wooshing pass you, one after another.
You think about coming in last.
You see that-girl-you-don't-quite-like running past you with a gleeful smile.
Something in you rises up in defiance, in adamant disapproval.
I can't allow this...
You start running again.

Truth is, we all love ourselves to much to stop.
We love ourselves too much to allow ourselves
to fall.
to fail.
The chinese teacher said something so very true the other day...
"Even if we don't want to compete, others will come and challenge us...it is not up to us to decide..."
How very true.
I wish we could all stop being such a rat.

Love.

Pride.

Fear.

We are in the rat race.
And we can never stop.