Which is better?

To be hunted down as the wanted one? or to be the unwanted?

so far...

Have you ever felt that you have

gone so far that what if, maybe,..

you know,..that kind of fear that you

might just touch the end-point

anytime and yet you have gone so

far that you can't afford to

turn back now...?

Is this what people termed as the fear of losing? I wonder. The race is yet to finish. The journey is yet to end. But this feeling is mounting horrendously in me...