I
am sitting down. Facing the sin in the afternoon, I am thinking. It is like I
was a runner in an international competition. I had been preparing myself for
years. That race was the one I had known best. I was preparing myself, looked
at my competitors. I was very optimistic. Not long waiting and preparing, we
were in our positions. The signal gave us order to start the competition. Three
counting, I was running. I was running so fast. There was someone in front of
me. I could not reach him even though I was running faster and faster. I was
down. I was not the one who could touch the shining gold. I was falling down.
On the other hand, I did not know why but I still run. I kept running ‘till I
came to the finish line. Surprising, I realized it was not me, but hope.
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