Life is Like a Race

Life is like a race, I am tired of running. Since I was a child, there's this hurdles I must win. Study hard and get good grades. Finish your school and get a degree. I fought to be the top in our class just to get a job and work from 9 to 5 for a salary that doesn't even last for a minute in my hand. Work to pay bills. Work and gets into debts. When I gave my all for my job, the company won't even compensate me right. Work and work but still not working to have a life.

I run. I run coz everyone's running. I don't want to be left behind. Then I fell. Looking for a helping hand, I look around I swear. But I failed to find one and realized I have to stand on my own feet. Find the strength within me that I've never knew existed. Because there's nobody there to help me, so I must help myself instead.

I got lost. I got lost in the race. Where am I? I'm in the place where nobody is running. They don't know the race. They sitting comfortably waiting for someone else for a feed. Sleep when the sun is shining and get up when the sun is at its peak. "Why run?" they ask. They contended on their dependent living. I must go. I don't belong here.

So I tried to find the way. I look for the road. I'm so confused, which one should I choose? Okay, I'll take a pick, "Eeny, meeny, miney, mo." Cheers. Here I go!

I got tired. I have no luck. You know, I thought I was on the right path. I met fellow runners, I was excited, my heart started to pound. They will help me in this race they promised me that. But when we're having a rest they just sprint and left me behind.

I walk. I walk slowly. I took a different path. I said I will take my time. I enjoy the trees and the flowers while walking by. I listen when the birds chirp as if they cheering me up. I will lay down in the fields and smell the fresh air when I get tired. It was beautiful. I enjoyed my company. From now on I will enjoy walking alone.

I met others, some walking some are running. Some say goodbye for I'm too slow. Some take a different path because they got bored. Some gave up while some weren't able to go on. Some even show me a shortcut that I'm thankful I didn't walk on.

Then I met this one, who didn't promise me anything but walk with me, didn't leave me. He never asks me to run. He just let me do as I please. We walk hand in hand. We enjoy walking while laughing. My heart starts to pound once more.

I run. I run again. But this time I'm not alone. Now, I'm not going to stop. I will walk. I will rest. But I will keep going. Because now I'm more confident. I trust not the road, not the people but I now trust in me.

Life is like a race. It doesn't matter if you walk, run or leap. It never about if I got lost, if I gave up or if I walk alone. The thing is I pick myself up when I'm down and find my way back to the race after I got lost. It's not about who reaches it first. I don't care if I came last. It's not a race anyway but a journey you have to enjoy no matter what lies ahead. You just gotta face it with a smile and courage.

What if we don't have much time left? Who knows?

Enjoy the journey. Appreciate the road. ❤❤❤