pleasure of losing..

I'm at the center of this world on my red leather couch watching all the people run like nuts around me..there must be a reason I thought.asked a dozen of them but they had no time to explain what this mad run is for..they seem playing some strange game..some of these guys are watching me like I'm doing something wrong..like I'm gonna miss out..like I am some loser ..They all seem to be running faster at every breath..I sense their fear of being left out..I slip back on my couch pampering and sipping some wine and it dawns on me that there is a peace in knowing you don't have to run..that you don't have to slog hard to fill your life..that there is a beauty in keeping the jar clean..and that only takes you to sit back and cherish the moment..that you are better off the track and let others trample each other for the prize that's not worth it.that you can just let life take it's course..why fight for the place that doesn't exist?..why try to prove a point when none exists?..when the world comes asking why you are not in the rally..and calls you a loser..I feel the urge to be courteous and spend a minute to ask "SO FUCKIN WHAT?"..