The Hare and the Tortoise

Tonight's mid night run has gotten better.... not the scenery, not the weather, but the breathing lol~~ Feels like long ago when I could happily and proudly look at all my peers, and tell them I was the fastest of them all... Not that I look like it... heh

While running tonight, suddenly thought of the age-old tale of the hare and tortoise race. Was wondering... why did the tortoise agree to the race? Did he know beforehand the hare would take a nap? Was he even confident of winning already when he agreed? Or did he madly went ahead, not aware of his own limitations? He would never have won if the hare didn't sleep, never could nor would win. Ever. Sad.

The hare then? Did he know he'll lose? Or rather, would he still have ran, if he could somehow know beforehand that he was gonna definitely lose, as thats how the story is gonna go.

Were they running for something they had in mind, or for nothing? I realised the reason I could never do any fantastic 2.4km timing was because I always found it stupid to run for nothing, and almost kill yourself doing it... The timing, the passing of the test, the money reward were invalid. I would only run for something meaningful to me. Laid-back as I am, I realised I was only fond of short burst of running, because of the thrill it gives, it lets me feel something. Indeed, though I've never realised it till now, I have been running those short little sprints- for something. Which is why I enjoy basketball. To go past someone, and have the arrogance to look back at his stunned figure was.... thrilling. It is the fondest of my memories that from sec 2 onwards till even JC, I have only lost in speed to two people: captains of the sec and jc basketball school teams. Therefore it sucks.. bigtime... when I realise aging is faster than me, faster than I could ever catch up or reach. It is a futile attempt for mere mortals to try to change that... Big-muscled freaks outrun me, kids outrun me... speed demon is dead. No more. Deleted, erased with such ease from everyone's minds... I'm old.

Which leads me to wonder about the hare and tortoise... Could I ever run for something I might never be sure I could get? Would I give up? Sigh... you're right... when the motivation ceases to exist, you lose the fire. I lost it long ago. I guess it applies to everything and everyone you hope to have in life, doesn't it? But... I wanna keep you by me, always. Faith and reality gets hard to distinguish sometimes. But I want to, as Nike would say, to Just Do It. I want to try. I wanna do what I can, what I should, what I need to, in hopes that I could give you what you need, what you deserve. Let me try, sugar... But should the day ever come, I fall too far from what you hope to have, tell me. I would really rather that for I'll know you can have, and should, have better. I've never felt that I have ever done anything more than what any of the previous people have, and could do for you. That is frustrating, and kinda... sad. Wish wish wish I could do for you what you have all along done for me, given me a piece of heaven, all that I have never sweetly experienced. You are incredible.