When we know the way we should be going we are steady on the path. But the moment we get lost, we run.
We run thinking that if we cover as much ground as possible we can find the right patch to walk on. We run thinking that because our heart aches, our knees wobble, and because generally we are suffering that we are doing something right (the right path must be filled with hardship right?)
It is an ironic habit of human beings to run faster when we have lost our way.
It makes more sense to walk slower and use our eyes and brains in those moments.
But oh us humans, us tragic marathon running humans, how we never do what’s good for us.