Someone once said, "Life is a race,
and in the end, you realize it’s only with yourself."
If that’s true, then why can’t I catch up? Is
it natural to feel left behind or lost at every turn? These are questions that
have plagued my conscience since I left high school 12 years ago. Maybe we have
to try not to gauge our success against how much of the race is left but rather
how far we’ve come.
I
think people get so wrapped up in analyzing what went wrong or what will go
wrong that they forget what went right. How does one come to appreciate their own
struggle without feeling jaded or burnt out? It might sound unusual but the
answer is in the question.
I
think you learn to appreciate the struggle as it persists. You have to put all
of yourself into something. Then you have this great moment of reflection. This
feeling of being second place in my own life race isn’t a bad thing. Maybe it’s
a great way to follow my other self to where I am meant to be going. Or maybe
it’s a great way to see mistakes ahead and try to avoid them.
Maybe a silver medal is good enough for now.
Maybe by the time I get to the end of the race maybe I’ll catch up enough to
tie for gold. A photo finish seems like an appropriate way to slide across the
finish.
Another great person also said "maybe it’s
not about how far we run, maybe it’s just about avoiding as many trees as we
can along the way."
....A little food for thought….
