At some point in the Rat Race, you must ask the questions:

“What is all of this for?” 

“Why am I always running around like a chicken with no head?”

“Why am I doing this?”

“Exactly why am I competing with him?”

It’s as if you’ve been this hamster that’s been running on this treadmill since the day you were born.  That’s the whole point.  The scenery may have changed somewhat and you may have even gotten numerous promotions and raises, but WHERE have you REALLY gone?

Here you are.  Still on that treadmill.

Different bosses, different offices, maybe different clients, yet the same crap. 

How can this be?

More than ever, we’re measuring this, analyzing that and evaluating nearly everything except for what probably matters most … something has been tapping you on the shoulder for years in an attempt to get your attention.  You know good and well it has, but you’ve been pushing it deep into the recesses of your subconscious thinking that one day, you’ll have the luxury to ponder while on the beach in Cabo.

That was until your boss or co-workers got on your nerves one too many times and now, here you are, with the reality of your life staring you straight in the face.

You went from one plateau to the other … thinking you’d see the finish line, but wait … where is it?  Where is the roaring crowd?  Where is the ticker tape parade?  Where are all of the well-wishers gathered to congratulate you?

This is not how it was supposed to be.  You were supposed to get yours and you got YOURS alright.  No matter how much you love what you do, it’s what happens when you put ALL of those proverbial eggs in one career basket …

You learn a lesson.  There is no finish line.  It just keeps going and going and going until either you stop and assess … or you die.

You’re always running … you’re always rushing … you’re always operating on fear … you’re always down to the last five minutes.  Why is that?

You’re always looking over your shoulder … you’re always wondering … you’re always measuring … you’re always cutting and rigging and copying and pasting and making near collapses come back from the brink.

It’s so exhausting.  What does it all mean?  Is this what you were born to do?  Is this WHO you are?  Is this what you were put on this earth to be?

Exactly WHY am I competing?  Who is my competition?  Remind me again, WHY do I hate him?  Is he or she really my enemy?   Why do I have to have that?

Will somebody PLEASE show me the damn finish line?



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