21/10/2025
THE “HUMAN RACE” Construction Project – Part 1
IS FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL NECESSARY?
I found myself in a marathon I never signed up for.
No one could tell me when the race began or how long it would last. The only certainty was this: no runner ever reached the so-called “first finish line,” and everyone, sooner or later, vanished from the path. The road itself was dangerously narrow, with the valley of no return on both sides, each drop leading to absolute loss and no survival.
The most unsettling part? No one knew exactly what could push a runner over the edge into the valley of no return, yet the air was thick with speculation.
Some swore that running in pairs or groups was the safest way to last longer. And yes, I saw moments when group members pulled each other back from the brink of the valley on both sides. But I also saw darker moments — hands that shoved their own companions directly into the valley of no return. The truth was chilling: there was no guarantee your chosen partner would save you. They might just as easily be the very reason you fall.
WHY RUN A RACE OF SPECULATION WITH NO REWARD?
In this race, you have no choice. You cannot step aside. You cannot refuse to participate. One moment you are… elsewhere — and the next, you are here, already running. Where we all came from is a mystery for another day.
The runners complain endlessly, yet none can stop. Moving forward is exhausting, but quitting feels just as impossible.
It’s like climbing a tree covered in thorns. Halfway up, you realize the fruit you were chasing isn’t as valuable as you thought. But now you must decide — climb back down and endure the pain, or keep climbing and take the fruit anyway, no matter how useless it may be.
Rumors drift along the path: “Run in groups. You’ll last longer.” Of course, no one ever wins the prize, but maybe, they say, your companions will still be running when you fall into the valley of no return on either side.
That’s when two questions take hold of my mind:
1. What happens in that valley of no return?
2. What do my group members gain by running on after I’m gone — knowing they too will one day fall into the valley?
A whisper reaches me: “It’s an endless race.”
Another voice says: “Before they fall, they’ll meet others. They’ll speak of you, encourage them to keep running — so they can make you proud.”
I laugh bitterly: “How does that help me inside the valley?”
The truth crashes down on me: the race is useless. No one can keep me in it forever. No group, no companion, no shared footsteps.
BUT WHAT IF I RAN ALONE?
Watch out for Part Two.
WHERE ARE ALL THESE RUNNERS EVEN FROM?
