The carrot

A carrot dangles in front of my eyes...... I run with all my might, to claim it ........ The carrot still remains far ..... May be, I am not running hard enough ..... I try harder ...... The carrot still remains far ....... What's wrong?..... May be, I am not running properly....... I get trained ....... Back to the race and the carrot still dangles ...... Why? Why? Why? ....... I loose hope ...... I get motivational gyan ......... once more in the race ...... the carrot dangles still.

The idea of having a carrot takes the same place as the idea of first love. Haunting, fascinating, joyous, warm, pure yet too far. You get used to the running. It doesn't matter anymore and my heart is convinced of me at least running........ The carrot still dangles afar. The mouth still waters. Only this time, the carrot has changed.