As I recline in my arm chair sipping on to the freshly brewed green tea I wonder what it was that i kept running behind.
What difference would it have made if I had a few bucks lesser while I shopped at the high street mall?
How different would life have been had I not lived in a villa but could gaze at the night sky as I stood in my modest apartment's balcony with you by my side?
Would my parents really care if I drove a common man's car instead of a Merc?
Would my friends have abondoned me if my wallet bore fewer credit cards than theirs'?
Which was 'that' race I kept running endlessly till one day my body gave up on me ?
Was it really worth the moments, the moments I thought were small as compared to the winning prize that lured me?
But as I am here, on the other side of life I only wish if I had ran slower.
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