The Human Race

What's happened to the human race?

The human race it seems, is exactly that - a race for humans. A race to get to some kind of imaginary finishing line. A race, that is the most long and exhausting marathon ever.

Humans seem to always be trying to get somewhere, trying to achieve something. As we run this race we collect things along the way, emotional batons which just weigh us down and the race becomes harder and harder. Unless, of course, someone kind comes along and offers to help carry the load. So, some of the emotions are dumped and then the runner feels lighter, they keep on running. Leaving another poor soul to carry their stuff too.

On top of that, we seem to make the road harder for ourselves too, we take short cuts and then end up in a dead end. So, we have to get back on the road again, but that's not easy because we have picked up more emotional stuff whilst we were down the wrong path.

Some even decide to run the race completely blind-folded, certain in the knowledge that they know the way or they will be guided by someone else. Or worse, we find something to help us along, a crutch.

Then, there are those who want a crowd to watch, approval and a big prize at the end or a pat on the back. To the extent, that they will even trample over others to get there.

Then there are the seekers, they see it more as a treasure hunt than a race. Looking for guidance, searching out for anything that will help them to make the journey more comfortable. Easing the suffering, an aid in jumping the hurdles. But something that won't bring them back down with a huge crash landing. Reading the sign posts.

These people walk not run, and they sometimes even stop and take in the scenery, breathe in the air and enjoy their surroundings. The other runners realise they are not out of breath and don't want to win anything because they already have the prize. It's there all around them any way. They appreciate what they already have, and know there isn't anyone who is going to pat them on the back at the other end, because it doesn't exist - the end that is.

We could all be winners if we realised life isn't a competition - a race. We are all the same and we have everything we need to enjoy our lives.

Stop running! Stop and live in the now, look around you at what you already have. Notice every detail about your environment. Ask yourself what is really important. Ask yourself who really cares for you and realise what you really have.

You can't take money, fame and fortune to your grave and there is no such thing as approval. But you can pass on happiness and love. And your grave is the finishing line I'm afraid. Yes, I believe we come back, but hopefully with some knowledge for the life that we are a soul not a human.

Which one are you?