The Running Man spent all his life by running. He did sight seeing a little bit, but mostly by running. He never rested his muscular by walking, and he didn’t admit the word ‘stop’ or ‘halt’ to exist in the world.
One day, The Running Man saw a bird and a bee.
Then he found himself alone. Contemplating. What was all this running all about? Where did the finish line?
The next moment, he did magic.
He stopped, right across the intersection of happiness.
The Running Man smiled. He knew he would find it.
All the reason why he kept on running this whole time. He realized, that he rushed too much time. He always wanted to skip things, so he could come to the place where he wanted to be. Not where he needed to be. He came to a conclusion, there’s thing that consume all the time in life, but worth the world.
Like her. The finish line.
He walks toward the intersection, slowly. Winds blew, delivered a nice sweet fragrance he would always remembered. He smiled again when the beautiful figure glimpsed him. She smiled back.
The time stopped.
Yes, it is worth the world.