Two people debate why we rush through life toward the end. One argues we hurry because we know we'll die. The other says a coach waiting at the finish line makes the marathon worth running, and that finishing one journey just means another begins.
Knowing that you have a coach that's right there standing at the finish line, ready to cheer you on, ready to see you go through this hurdle, because that's just the end of one journey. The marathon doesn't stop at the finish line. Mm-hmm. That does— yeah. It's marathon.
Everyone's here trying to like sprint it out and be like, well, why are you running so fast? Because you know at the end of life you're dead. Mm-hmm. So why is everybody in such a hurry to get there?
