Are You Lonely When Alone?
It is more than a coincidence that we should have been called the human race. Wo justify the name} anew each day we live. Whether it is in business or social life we} plunge forward, striving for the "pole," intent upon getting the lead—but to what end? In a race there is a goal. One knows beforehand the distance that must be run—the objective that must be attained. But not so with the human; race. It is run on a circular track. Round and round the curves we go, minds and muscles tense. We must win the race—but the race is never won. One forges into the lead, then another, and still another, till death claims the competitors one by one. But the race is still on. The new generation has imperceptibly filled up the ranks, and the ceaseless struggle to be} foremost continues without abate-
This is a race that cannot be run alone. It demands competition. Its contestants thrive on the animation of society. Give them a roed to run alone and they drop by the! wayside from sheer ennui. Here is their fatal weakness, for in the real race of life we must run alone. Others may help us, but the depths to which we sink, or the heights to which we mount, are essentially, our own achievement. It is never in the crewd but in the quiet recesses of our own mind that we! generate power for the race of life.
Exameres ar Ovr Doors.
Coming down to the conerete we! find life in Shanghai, of all places, teeming with abundant illustration. The rivalry of position, social standing, dress, beauty and enter-! taining, and the exhilaration of, dancing, the theatre, bridge and) coddling the pet "Japdog,'' keep: many 2 woman from being bored, But take away these incentives to! competition, or remove temporarily the opportunity, and the depth character will be revealed. On. woman will maintain her poise an buoyancy of spirit. Nine others will lapse into a state of mental coma from which only the Carlton! or a rubber at bridge will rouse them.
These nine are those who can never bear to be alone. They must' for ever have around them com-! pany, excitement, love, laughter,! lights. Some extraneous stimulus! there must be, or life becomes a dreary here. Thus is reflected i their moments of aloneness the arid desert of their own nature. There' is no repose save dull apathy. There are no inner resources save
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