It occurred to me, sitting here in the early evening in central park, how we are all on the same journey. If I didn't know better, I would think the runners, bikes, pedicabs whizzing by are all a parade. There's a Central Park loop that provides space for all to exercise. Everyone thinks they're alone on their own workout routine, journey, etc. But we're all running the same route. It's hugely symbolic. We are all playing the same game. We may think we're competing, that our personal physical conditioning makes us better than our competition, but look around. We're all playing together. When I look directly in front of me, I see individuals, groups, ans couples. But then I look toward the oncoming foot traffic, and I see a grand parade. To think you're a part of anything else is nothing but illusion. The truth is, we're all the same. "Fellow passengers to the grave as opposed to other creatures bound on other journeys," as Fred says in A Christmas Carol.
The thought relaxes and inspires me. Its implications scare me too, since it's easier, comfortable, and familiar to keep us separate.
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