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The one truly universal act we’ve been doing all wrong
Have you ever experienced the joy of achieving a significant milestone during a journey? When I used to run marathons, I would feel the joy at every mile or kilometer marker and experience the thrill of being one step closer to the destination.
But the true jubilation and adrenalin rush always came in that last mile. Better still, in those last 100 meters where I would invariably dash to the finish line even if I was completely out of fuel. Of course, only to fall flat on my back right after the finish line.
Screw all the wisdom about cooling down gradually because it can’t compare to spending your last bit of energy in hitting the finish line at top speed.
If you’re not a runner and can’t relate, you must have surely made a road trip or a journey to some destination at some point in your life. Remember the joy of finally getting there? None of the milestones on the way are as satisfying, are they?
What about your life? How excited were you and everyone around you on that last birthday of yours? Did you celebrate with family or friends or another loved one? A birthday is really just a milestone in the journey of life, isn’t it?
