Time is an interesting matter. Is it even a matter, I wonder?
So intangible, yet so much sought after. People nowadays race for it, and what do they do with it once it’s in their hands?
They waste it. They let procrastination – the thief of time, steal it.
And once it’s gone, you chase again.
Just like this, we are dwelling in the midst of a vigorous chase. A race everyone participates in, a race which winners not necessarily rewarded, but losers definitely condemned. So it becomes a chase because everyone strives to over-take everyone else, and each one you over-take is another sense of security – because you know, someone will be condemned before it’s your turn. Because, at least, you won’t be the first.
But, you will not be the last, till you come in first at the end of the race.
But when will it end? The race, itself, is a continuum. It extends indefinitely, constantly taking in fresh participants and ruthlessly discards those unfit. It is evolution, a battle between the old and the young, the strong and the weak. Eventually, a batch of the weak is totally discarded, and the race is promoted to an elevated level of difficulty. It is no longer a unidirectional race. It becomes a race for knowledge, and the more you know, the more you are positioned in front of everybody else. A whole new batch of racers is created, replacing the old batch of laborers.
You can’t stop once you are in this race. Because you can’t have enough. Those who gain, become complacent. The joy of over-taking someone puts one in cloud nine, but only for one tiny moment. As you rejoice over your victory, someone snatches your trophy away from you, and continue running. So you run as well, to get your victory back. So it never stops.
Everyone is running now. Though this race is never gonna end, people see a momentary breather at the end of this level, before they embark on the next level, and the whole cycle begins, again. I guess people are feeling the pinch, the fatigue, yet we can’t succumb to them. It is evolution; it is the survival of the fittest, so we push. Push away those standing in our way; push away all the weakness, and put on a strong front. For a fresher gulp of air at the end of this level, people run harder.
Run, people, run. For it is the last chance to redeem yourselves. For this is the last chance to over-take those who over-took you before. For this is the last chance, to be promoted to the next level before the Great Elimination. Everyone sees the impending doom in the Great Elimination. So we run, again.
The chase never ends, until the day when a whole new round of evolution is so demanding that we are incapable of running anymore. Evolution itself means survive, or perish. Till the day we perish, will be the end of our race.
p/s: OMG. I’m having overdose of ‘Heroes’ now. Now that I begin talking like them. I can’t wait for the second season to be out.
