Irunny

Such is the tragedy of life that the closer you get, the further everything seems. Looks like god designed this life like a treadmill, always keeping you moving, sometimes faster, sometimes slow, your heartbeat always up, you're always on the edge of exhaustion, but the sight of the target keeps you going. But you never get there. and you tire. tire beyond what you can endure.

Then you hope that either the treadmill changes direction so that you cant see where you're going, or it just stops.

But it doesn't, and by now, your legs have grown strong, you can run faster, stronger without tiring, but you're still rooted to where you are. And the futility of the whole thing is beginning to wear your nerves thin. And you realise that hey, I'm old. And there's nothing you can do about that either. And you see this happening to the next generation. But you don't warn them. You think that this is good exercise. What for ? Whatever the hell for ?

Irony, the closer you get, the further away you seem.