He stood on the path to sucsess trying to deciede what to do
next. It seems there are too many choices to make.
He looked to the left but the speeding cars from that
diraction made him feel sick. He looked right but the slow
movement there made him tired. Finally he took the fast lane
hoping he'd do well on the fast track, he reached his 25th
year doing well, he had a good job at the bank, money to buy
him all he needed and what he thought to be love of his
life. He kept on racing on the fast lane untill one day he
stopped, looked around and couldn't find himself. When he
looked in the mirror all he saw was an old gentelman well
dressed and well spoken but old. On his arm was the one once
he thought to be most beautiful in the world looking old and
aloof, when he tried to go back to the fast lane he
discovered that thousands of young sucsessful guys racing
there so fast that it made him wonder about the consept of
short cuts, and thought he didn't believe in short cuts he
realized that a kid is racing him for his own job, a kid way
younger then he was when he got it.
And so he tried to fight back but he was too old and tired,
years of hard work took showed their signs. And so, old and
tired he was, wondering what happened to his life, because
the last time he looked he was young and trying to deciede
what to do next.
And so folks, He never looked back, never rested a day in
his life, and never stopped to enjoy the view, be wiser!