Running on a Treadmill

Sometimes it feels like that life is not going anywhere. I am running but I am not really moving. It’s, as if I’m running on a treadmill. I spend days thinking maybe my legs have turned to lead or maybe I am not supposed to be running at all. I think about the world where I am not part of this charade.

The charade to be successful and treat this life, like a grocery list. I would rather treat my life as a bucket list.


I would take experiences over titles any day, I hope. I like to believe I have the calibre of understanding the inner workings of my complex mind and this beautiful world that I am part of.


I mean thousands of stars and universes have conspired for my existence so it must be something more than just running on a treadmill.

Author: Mortal In White

Hey, I'm Nidhi. Welcome to my blog.

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