Robert Fulgham wrote about traveling to the mountains of Tibet on a pilgrimage. There he saw old women, pregnant women, and children of all ages climbing up.
Also, a youthful American athlete fought to keep up with their pace.
Finally, his energy gave out and he collapsed while the senior citizens kept moving.
“Why?” he asked. “How can they keep that pace and not me?”
They were operating on the unseen. The old ladies had more faith powering their movement while he had only a single goal: to conquer the mountain.
Sometimes it is good ask oneself, what I am doing this for? Just to get to the finish line? Or is there something more important I should be taking from life?
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