Our pace slows and our eyes grow heavy making it more and more difficult to see the end of the line. Those observing from the sides wonder why our eyes fail to focus and why our feet falter as they progress forward. Our minds are clouded and they cannot see.
The ghost behind us knows our pain and our pleasure and she wants us to remember the former. The suppression of the latter is her objective, and she is good what she does. So long has it been since we started running that we have forgotten the taste of water and the meaning of leisure. Somewhere along the twisted paths, we forgot where we were going and why we were in such a hurry.
Waiting at the end of our journey is a beautiful maiden who knows how to drive away the dreadful apparition that pursues and torments us. She is in a place free from doubt and full of fresh, cold water. If we could find the right path, we would remember the feeling of knowing where we are and our reasons for being there. We would remember what it's like to be at peace.
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