Priorities

We live life like a race. A race to get to the pretend finish line. Like horses with blinders, we charge ahead, we walk with our heads held high, like nothing can ever deter us.  

Until one fine day, one fine moment, nature decides to put us through an experience. An experience that opens up our vistas, and quite simply, swaps out the illusion with reality.

You are amazed how you missed it all along, how can we not see? You realize there is no finish line. No race even.

Priorities fall into place. 

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