It is always in front of me; no matter how far I run I can’t seem to catch up to it. Yet still I keep on chasing after it, like a dog after a ball. Why do I follow it? I myself have no idea except from a sense that just by doing so my life is being made better. It seems that the journey is more important than the destination and if, by some stroke of good luck, I do happen to catch it then all the better. But for now I’ll keep on chasing the sun.
Chasing The Sun by A Man Named Dan