I am running. I am running faster than I have ever run before. I am even running faster than anyone else has before. I am a blur, and I'm moving so quickly that all I can see is the track just ahead of me. After the race is finished, and I've set a world record, I look around the stands and they are completely empty. There is no one around, not even a race official or timekeeper. I want to keep running.
I am a child who has just had a birthday. The toys seem endless, stacked in a corner of my room, and I am excited to have so many. I play with them one by one, until finally I have played with them all. I now want more toys.