I have spent my life chasing. I have been chasing my dreams since I was young. I can feel it like a little flutter inside my stomach. It’s this sort of feeling of my being alive for a purpose…an almost tangible knowledge of destiny.

Any path doesn’t fall within this chase, I will reject it. The chase is the catapult or map that guides my steps.  It’s what gets me through the day. It’s what I live for, what my life is about…the chase. I am chasing a dream.

In the dead of night, I will sometimes wake up, haunted my clocks and calendars. I am not as far as I should be.

Lately, as I have stopped to catch my breath, I have realized I don’t where I am going anymore.  have been chasing so long, I don’t remember what I am chasing. What is this chase about?