Sometimes, it feels like I’m panting. I look around, and see other people panting. Running, running with all intensity. With only one thought, “When will I succeed, so I don’t have to be running anymore?”.
Okay, let’s get into Oxford. Okay, let’s sell a company for a million dollars, let’s buy an investment condo.
What do we think is going to happen when we reach that success?
There’s so much beauty to see, but we’re busy running. We can’t sleep, because we need to be running. When we eat, we think about running. It’s not a real thought, but an undercurrent to all of our thoughts. This belief in the very back of our heads.
So far, I’m confused about this. I think about this alot. Now, to figure out how to sleep soundly.