Carry On

When everything becomes a competition do you forget what you are fighting for? Because you're so blinded by single-mindedness, do you tend to forget the reason you started the whole fiasco in the first place? Originally it may have been a good reason but after a while is it less about that far-off prize they keep telling you to believe in and more about the little battles along the way? About the many other people running the same stupid race.
When you think about the material wealth you enjoy you wonder what is really important. Living life in the fast lane shouldn't become an excuse for not stopping to smell the roses. If you travel long enough on a highway you're bound to get tired of breathing in the toxic fumes fed into your aching lungs by jealousy, hatred, fear, anger, hurt - all the backstabbing and unseen glares that result from feelings like those. You're bound to die one day from it though you deny the cause of your departure was the very thing you felt kept you alive. Because that's what being a workaholic is like. It seems once you give it up there's no going back. Lose your momentum and lose your life - that scrap of a consolation prize you call a life that you could easily have brought in for an exchange had you just been a little bit more brave.
And maybe it sounds pessimistic but at the end of all that what have you got left? When your last breath had abandoned your empty shell of a tortured body what have you got left? The knowledge that memories of you remain in the minds of some, at least.
Whether they be good ones or bad ones, it's up to you now.