The Race

I always was better at the sprint than the long distance.

I thought I never had the stamina, but it was simply that I did not have the requisite endurance.
If I could not at least see the end, I saw no real point in beginning the race.

To my shame, if I stood no genuine chance of winning, I was not interested in the ‘taking part’.

This leaves me ill equipped for life.

Half my life ago, I had thought it would be a sprint; that I would live fast, die young, secure my place not only in the cosmic consciousness, but in the ego-centric archives of human history.

Like so many things, it has not worked out that way. My place is humanity’s chronicles is as yet unsecured, my life stretches somewhat painfully out ahead of me.

I wish I knew where lay that elusive finish line; I may run with greater speed and determination if I did.