Two Kinds of Races: One Tests Our Physical Limits, the Other Fuels Our Endless Comparisons
Physical race builds health through running outdoors. Modern life's race for status depletes us through endless comparison, leaving even successful competitors unfulfilled.
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There are two fundamental types of races that we encounter in life, though regrettably, many of us find ourselves participating in the second variety. The first type is the literal, physical race - a pure and invigorating activity where you lace up your running shoes with anticipation. You position yourself at the starting line, your heart already beginning to quicken with excitement. You're prepared to accelerate, to push your body forward, and to simply run. This could be along a winding trail through nature, beside a roadside, within the peaceful confines of a local park, or even through untamed wilderness. In this type of race, you just run freely, letting your body move naturally through space. This form of racing is truly remarkable – it's exhilarating, wonderfully refreshing, and altogether positive for both body and spirit.
Then there exists another kind of race, one that I'm certain you're familiar with – it's the metaphorical race of modern life. This is the relentless pursuit of getting ahead of others, the constant drive to make comparisons between ourselves and those around us. It manifests in numerous ways: the compulsive gathering of material possessions while neglecting friendships, the obsessive monitoring of our bank account balances, the endless drive to construct ever-larger homes and achievements, the constant pressure to become more intellectually accomplished, the desperate need to showcase our intelligence at every opportunity, and the unfortunate tendency to diminish others to elevate ourselves. Most troubling is that the majority of us have unconsciously entered this exhausting race, and now a great number of participants find themselves emotionally drained, profoundly sad, and increasingly depressed. The cruel irony is that even when you appear to be winning this type of race, there is no true victory to be found.
Like a mirage in the desert, this race tantalizes with promises of victory, yet even those who cross the finish line first find themselves grasping at shadows of satisfaction.
Even individuals who have accumulated vast amounts of wealth and material possessions find themselves trapped in an endless cycle of dissatisfaction. Their achievements, no matter how substantial, never seem quite enough. They are constantly driven by an insatiable desire for more – more possessions, more status, more recognition, perpetually more of everything. Consider, in contrast, the genuine joy one experiences after completing a physical race. Imagine finishing a 5-kilometer run – there's an authentic sense of accomplishment that follows. While it might not come with external glamour or glittering accolades, it provides a deeply fulfilling sense of satisfaction that resonates within.
However, after engaging in that other kind of race – the race of comparison and accumulation – we’re left feeling completely depleted, emotionally shattered, as if something essential has been stripped away from our very being. We have collectively fallen into this treacherous trap, and we must acknowledge our shared responsibility in perpetuating it. When we encounter friends or relatives who possess fewer material resources, we often unconsciously distance ourselves, creating a social divide. Instead, we gravitate toward those who display greater wealth, who possess more material goods, who appear more intellectually accomplished, and in doing so, we unknowingly contribute to the toxic nature of this race. Those who find themselves excluded from these social circles often feel compelled to join this futile competition, creating a cycle of social pressure and emotional distress.
The true joy in life can be found in embracing a humble and modest existence. It certainly doesn't reside in this never-ending race. We need to redirect our energy toward authentic pursuits – engaging in real, physical races that promote health and well-being, rather than participating in these destructive competitions of comparison. The latter path leads nowhere meaningful; it only generates profound sadness and depression. I've encountered numerous individuals who, despite having wealth, excellent education, and successful careers, confide that they feel deeply unhappy. When we explore the root of their unhappiness, it invariably stems from a sense that their achievements, regardless of their magnitude, somehow fall short of making them feel worthwhile, simply because others have accomplished more. This perfectly illustrates the age-old wisdom that comparison truly is the thief of joy.
A physical race shares many beautiful similarities with dance – both are expressions of pure, joyful movement through space. When racing, just as in dance, your body naturally finds its rhythm, synchronizing your legs and arms in a harmonious flow of motion. This synchronicity deeply reminds me of my own dance practice, which I've always used as a vehicle for creating and experiencing pure, unbridled joy. This connection between movement and joy was particularly profound during a special moment I'd love to share with you – a dance I created in the pristine wilderness of the Yukon, where the bitter cold of -40 degrees temperature served as an extraordinary backdrop to this celebration of movement. Enjoy:
So, dear friends, if the spirit of competition calls to you, answer it – but choose wisely. Embrace the race that sets your soul free, where your heartbeat becomes a drum of triumph, your breath a symphony of effort, and your finish line a gateway to pure elation. In these moments of physical challenge, when your muscles sing and your spirit soars, you'll discover a victory sweeter than any material triumph. And when night falls, you'll drift into the kind of blissful slumber that no amount of wealth can purchase – a sleep earned through honest effort and genuine achievement. This is the race worth running, the victory worth claiming, the joy worth chasing.
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I heartily subscribe to your belief about “race” but it is only now, having achieved the grand status of 74, that I truly understand what you are writing about. I no longer feel driven to “be” something other than what I truly am as a person. Rather than adding more, I have found that by shedding aspects of myself no longer important, I have come around to who I really am. That has left me with a profound sense of contentment. A word we don’t hear often when people describe how they feel. I have a small group of close friends who are true; I live in a small town in the woods surrounded by the seasons and the creatures that live here;I have a devoted husband of 44 years who doesn’t mind my obsession with books nor the time spent reading them; and the catalogues that come in the mail go right to recycling because I have no need of the things they are telling me I must have to be happy. I am content. With that comes freedom, kindness, charity, laughter, love and appreciation for life as it is now. It brings to me a sense of completeness that was nowhere to be found in my early years.
Thank you for the brilliant and insightful essays you so freely give to the world.
Gurdeep, reading this today reminds me of Marcus Aurelius in his Meditations - 6.16. My wife and I have just started reading various Stoic thinkers on a daily basis. There is so much wisdom in the ancients. Thousands of years ago thickets were reflecting on the human condition, just as you are today. https://stoicbreviary.blogspot.com/2018/07/marcus-aurelius-meditations-616.html?m=1