I crawled, walked, ran and am still running in the sunset years of my life. Am I tired? Physically exhausted yes, but still strong in spirit. Nobody is running with me(Pun intended..a bit of fun, hmmm? 🤭)

Where and why am I running? I don't know. Maybe I'm being pushed. By whom? Perhaps the sick society, perhaps my family, perhaps myself? I can't say with certainty. Now as to the where part, well I'm running away from others, running so that none trample me and walk over my broken frame, broken bones, broken everything but an unbroken smile on brokenness. I'm running to keep the life in me running, I'm running to motivate others like me who are running without another pair of legs alongside them or another pair of hands to motivate them. Many such ones are before me, parallel to me and yes, behind me too. I look ahead to follow them, look sideways to pass and also receive a smile, look behind to wave at the broken, exhausted ones and spur them on with my footprints. I do stop to catch my breath and my breath pushes me to catch...