I was driving back home today, thinking about how differently people can live their life.. not in the things they do, but in the way they do them. Why do some people live life to the max, as if every minute they live is their last? And why do others live a routine, always thinking for tomorrow? I think it's quite plain that I am a fervent believer of living as much as possible and sleeping whatever is left. However today, in the latest attempt to understand someone's attitude towards life, I think I actually managed to, if not convert, understand. . .
. . . Life is like a race. And so far I think everyone would agree. But there are a gazillion types of races, and as many types of athletes that run these races. Each race demands a different type of approach, and of pace; some require sprinting, instantly, because the race is short, others require the racer to save energy for the long journey. Now, some people decide that their life is a short race against time, so they have to live it to the utmost, minute by minute; others might decide that life is a marathon were sprinting at the beginning would mean not getting to the end of the race. In this race you need to reach a constant pace, throughout, and the slightest change of pace would mean the disruption of a whole cycle of precise calculations.
I believe that the most senseful reasoning is the marathon "theory". Because if a sprinter tried to race a marathon, he'd end up ending his race far earlier than expected. While a marathon racer who plans his race well, still lives his race at a significant pace. However, every single day, when I bid goodnight to those VERY few special people, I can't help but wondering what I would feel if that was the last time I am seeing them.
Can you say enough "thankyous" "I love yous" "sorries"... no, you can just not say enough or overdo it. And again life turns out to be the hell of a complicated bite to chew that everyone says it is.
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