There are cobwebs that needs to be cleared up. Several years ago, there’s this race I’ve set my mind on. And then after that I became unsure if I am indeed running the right track. My race is like how I run in a marathon, always in a slow, steady pace. I never push myself to something I don’t think I can win or at least hit my goal.
Is life supposed to be like this– always taking the carefully-planned, easy route?
What am I afraid of– am I afraid of failure? Does this feeling reflects the kind of faith that I have?
Does happiness equate to fulfillment? Or which of these should man be seeking? What should be the ultimate goal?