OK...I wrote this in college...so maybe 1993?  I found it in some papers when we were cleaning out the storage room down stairs.....It's deep...so grab your boots.

We all begin to die, from the moment we are born, so we spend our existence running for our lives.  Trying to live and outlive before it's our time to go.  Constantly proving and trying to prove more to others and to ourselves.  Trying to become more than we are and better that the others.  When we reach one goal, we run faster to the next, struggling to be better then the guy before and the one we left behind; even if that one left behind is but ourselves.  We run.  We run from the shadows of accomplishment, love, jealously, hate and acceptance.  All which we want, all that we need, and all we wish we had never heard of.  We all try to make a difference, trying to leave a mark, and we all want our mark to be bigger and bolder.

If the world could just slow down and concentrate on the smaller marks, and little gestures towards bettering ourselves and the world around us...maybe we could all stop running and those who continue to run, could run slower and last longer.  Run into the vast nothingness that our existence has become.  Leaving behind, if we are lucky, just a small glint of a memory, remembrance of an accomplishment, love, distaste, admiration and acceptance.  We receive nothing in return.  We have taken our last steps into the heaven and hells in which we have created for our dying souls.

(I think I was trying to say...slow down guys... stop and smell the roses)