ran tirelessly in a long career that weakened with each flick. Shoved, trampled and faced each other in the most important competition of their lives. Among them stood out one, was concentrated, with his mind set on the target while he was ahead of each other. Think of the reward for their efforts and is the winner. Suffering is inevitable, the pain is the result. The act of running borders on the metaphysical, feels high, believed to have transcended the purely physical plane to something big, much bigger. The goal is nirvana, a place to develop fully. Runs to give meaning to their existence. Race to fill a void. Run to meet the goal that was assigned. Run for fun. Must win or die. Finally arrives, and heard a deafening scream. 
