robin hood and little john were walking through the woods looking for some rich people to steal from. robin hood wanted to tell his friend about some things on his mind, but they were the same things he’d been stressing about since they were teenagers, and he thought he should really be over them by now. they kept walking silently and it hit robin hood: is this how you get old? you slowly just stop talking about things?
The tortoise and the hare met for coffee. They each casually mentioned their recent successes, secretly hoping to appear better than the other. As they walked their separate ways home it hit them at the same time: There never was a race. There is no destination. There is no winner.