Pressure, upon pressure, upon pressure. It never ends.
You must store up for yourself figures and statistics of your achievements; prove your worth to the community, to society, to the world.

The race will never end.
We look for the next big thing.
Then the biggest.
Why are we never satisfied?

A race that began out side of our control.
We are withered.
We almost quit.
The best things are closer than ever they reassure us.

Stressed.
Angry.
But the race goes on.
It began outside of our control.
It’s not our choice.
We keep running.
Resentment fills up our hearts.
Love and kindness are flushed out by the tears and relentless struggles.
The race goes on.
The race for things.
The best things in life.

We stack our achievements in numbers, figures and statistics.
For what use?
To prove our worth to the community, to society, to the world. Our surnames are tied to the numbers. Ranked with the rest of the world. Then our importance
and the share of respect and the love we have earned is handed to us.
Then the race continues