THE RACE CALLED LIFE
Once upon a time there was a young athletic boy hungry for achievement for whom winning was everything and success was measured just by winning.One day, the boy was preparing himself for a running competition in his small village himself and two other young boys to compete. an outsized crowd had gathered to witness the sporting spectacle and a wise old man, upon hearing of the small boy, had travelled far involved witness also. The race commenced, looking sort of a level heat at the finish line , but surely the boy dug deep and called on his determination, strength and power… He looked the winning line and was first. the gang was ecstatic and cheered and waved at the boy. The Man remained still and calm, expressing no sentimental. the small boy, however, felt proud and important. A second race was called, and two new young, fit, challengers came forward, to run with the small boy. The race was started and surely the small boy came through and finished first once more . the gang was ecstatic again and cheered and waved at the boy. The Intelligent man remained still and calm, again expressing no sentiment. the small boy however, felt proud and important. "Another race, another race!" Pleaded the small boy with two new challengers, an elderly frail lady and a blind person . "What is this?", quizzed the small boy. "This in no race" he exclaimed. "Race!", said the Old intelligent man.
The race was started and therefore the boy was the sole finisher, the opposite two challengers left standing at the start . the small boy was ecstatic, he raised his arms in delight. the gang however… Were silent, showing no sentiment towards the small boy. "What has happened? Why not do the people take part my success?" he asked the wise old man. "Race again", replied the Old man, "...this time, finish together, all three of you, finish together" continued the Old man. the small boy thought a bit, stood within the middle of the blind person and therefore the frail old lady, then took the two challengers by the hand. The race began and therefore the little boy walked slowly, ever slowly, to the finish line and crossed it. the gang were ecstatic and cheered and waved at the boy. The Old man smiled gently nodding his head. the small boy felt proud and important. "Old man, I understand not! Who are the gang cheering for? Which one among us three?", asked the small boy. The wise old man looked the small and replied softly... "Little boy, for this race you've got won far more than in any race you've got ever ran before, and for this race the gang cheer not for any winner!" you see in life... In your life what are you running for? Are you hungry for success? Is winning the sole measurement for you in your life? Who are you running against? And if you usually win against everybody, then soon the people will stop cheering for you at the top of your life, if you reminisce ...
The question is :
Who was running next to you, during this race?
If they were weaker and old.
Did you help them to urge across the line?
Did you all finish together?
Because that's the simplest race you'll ever run... So run! Run this race called life!
But do not forget : it's not important if you win it's important how you run this race .....
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