Outside my window a jogger runs by focused on his path, dedicated to his aim. And then I wonder, how easily distracted we are as we run the most important race – life’s race.
Rather a spectator of life’s race than a runner cloaked in flashy branded outfits, envy labelled shorts, subtle competition tee-shirts, exasperating self-appraisal sneakers and scornful headbands. All in a bid to be sharp – to stay one step ahead. At some point the race becomes secondary and the track misplaced as the outfit takes center stage.