The unspoken invitation¹⁷

When I was running this morning, I passed by a very fat man about my age waiting for the bus. He was wearing a heavy coat and scarf. God knows how long he had been waiting, and I felt sorry for him.

I was making loud noises while I was running, huffing and puffing. The fat man said to me, “How old are you?”

I said, “Fifty.”

“You are running like a hundred-year-old man,” he said.

After I covered thirty metres more, a thought entered into my mind: “Let me invite him to run with me.” But this was all in the mental world, not in the practical world, and I kept on running.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 9, Agni Press, 1983
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