As posted on Facebook on December 7, 2014
Hare was very fast. He wasn't smart, but fast. He kept winning races,
and everybody expected him to win always, and go places. The pressure was
enormous. Then he met the tortoise, and the clash of egos ended up in a race.
Hare ran fast, as usual, knew he had to win, but the pressure and stress
finally got to him. He fainted, then slept. When he woke up the world had
changed. Those who admired him a few hours back now ridiculed him, they laughed
at him. They even made proverbs about how slow and steady wins. Hare was
crestfallen at first, then it hit him. He had his chance of escape. He knew if
he challenged tortoise once more, he could easily win, and everything would be
the same as before. But then he would be stressed again. He didn't want that.
He wanted time for doing things he loved, not just winning races. He wanted to
explore that Carrot country they said existed, he wanted to meet that long lost
cousin of his who fled his forest, he wanted to learn to sing like the magpies,
he wanted to write poetry, read books, listen to music, daydream, paint...
So he got up, walked like a beaten spirit, a failed champion, a
miserable idiot. The world laughed, it was fine with him. He slowly made his
way out of the racing track, moved out of sight, then he laughed out loud, and
sprinted..sprinted with joy, for the first time, without the pressure of
winning, just for the sheer pleasure of running like mad...
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