The Running Horses

Today's world, where people are always on the run. To make money, to earn a living. Once upon a time, we all were kids. We knew nothing about the world. We didn't know that we would eventually become like this. Like horses, always on the run.

In between all this hustle bustle lies a class of people. People who are running, but are not in the race. Money which makes the world happy, is just another "something" for them. The clock which determines time in their life, is always still. A class of people that don't want to believe that in the end , we're all alone. A bitter truth they can never digest.

So what makes these people different? Maybe they are less loved. Maybe, all they want is somebody to hold them every morning and tell them they're never alone. Maybe, they were meant to feel these feelings. Maybe God wanted them to learn something from the darkness, and so he shut the doors on them.

Yes, we are all running horses, in a race called
"Life". We were all meant to run. But some people, don't want to accept life as a race. They want it to be a journey. A beautiful, never ending journey.

Like two love birds flying in the sky. =]