bhaskar saikia

We often think of life as a race—one where we must run faster, work harder, and reach some ultimate point of success or fulfillment. Society teaches us to chase after milestones: finishing school, getting a job, buying a home, raising a family, and eventually retiring with the satisfaction of “having made it.” But if you pause and reflect, you’ll realize something deeper: there is no finish line.

Life doesn’t work like a 100-meter sprint. It is not about crossing a single tape at the end. Every time you achieve something, you discover there is another horizon waiting. Every time you close one chapter, another opens. Growth doesn’t stop when we hit an arbitrary mark—it continues as long as we are alive, curious, and willing to explore.

This truth can feel overwhelming at first. If there’s no finish line, then when do we rest? When do we declare ourselves complete? But therein lies the beauty: we are not meant to be complete. We are meant to keep unfolding. A flower doesn’t bloom once and stop—it keeps moving with the seasons, withering and blossoming again. Rivers don’t end at one bend—they carve new paths, merge with greater waters, and flow endlessly toward the sea.

When we embrace the idea that there is no finish line, we free ourselves from the pressure of racing others. Life becomes less about comparison and more about presence. We stop asking, “Am I ahead or behind?” and instead ask, “Am I moving in alignment with who I am becoming?”

The journey itself is the reward. The daily struggles, the small victories, the detours and surprises—these are not distractions from the race. They are the race.

So let’s stop searching for a tape to break. Let’s walk, run, stumble, pause, and keep moving with the joy of knowing there’s always more to learn, more to love, and more to become.

Because the truth is simple and liberating: there is no finish line.