Monday, May 9, 2011

yours lovingly, loser.

It beats me as to why we are in a constant race with each other, in a constant race with time ? Why cant we afford to spend time sitting back to think what we are doing and what we really want to do? Will the time run out? Will we be left out of the race? Why do we constantly strive for pride and fame? Whom are we proving ourselves to?

You can take away all my rewards, get all my promotions, in fact I'd love to give them for they don't please me as much but in exchange just leave me alone.

I am what you call a loser, let me be the last one in the race, let me live.