All our lives we focus on the destination, the end goal.
We spend time and effort into finding out what our goal is,
We put in all our resources toward achieving it.
We incessantly run behind that train hoping to get on fast.
How often, in this commotion, do we stand still?
How often do we give ourselves a chance to recuperate and understand why we are working so hard toward our goal?
You see, we only aim long enough to hit the target.
How many of us aim because we want to learn how?
Think about it :)
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