Life is like a marathon. Like the competing marathoners, we all begin our race together at the starting line.

Soon, however, the runners slowly split apart and go their own paths, moving at their own rhythm. Some marathoners make like a short track runner, and run so breathlessly in the beginning that they soon lose their pace and drop out of the race.

Others keep running, following the solitary, winding roads that endlessly bend and curve. Sometimes, you might be cheered on and your supporters will kindly offer you a glass of water that quenches your thirst. Other times, the scorching heat, the foul dust on the road, or the seemingly never-ending race that makes you dead tired might discourage you from your path.

Dragging your weary, heavy body along the road, you keep your motivation. While running, you look around you and come to realize that you are all alone in this long distance race. All the others you knew are now either far away or gone.

As you finally approach the finish line, you are overcome with exhaustion. At the end, you can either break triumphantly through the tape amidst the audience's applause, or silently disappear into oblivion. Either way, you become lonesome at the end of the race. That is an inevitable part of life.