I ran a race,
And I came last
Everyone else,
Was far too fast
I huffed and puffed,
And struggled to keep pace
I stumbled and tumbled,
I lost the race
Mom said I was a champion,
I made it till the end
Dad said I was a winner,
But my morale didn't mend
They said it was the journey,
Not the silver or the gold
For racing at all,
I was bold
I didn't give up,
I reached the finish line
I made it through,
Just a little off time
I came last,
When I ran that race
There was no mistaking,
The tears on my face
They dressed it up,
Said I was great
It didn't matter,
That I was late
They told me to move on,
It was in the past
But I'll never forget,
The day I came last.
~Via
• • •
People tend to pour out optimism after a failure, telling you that it's just another obstacle in your path to success.
But what we forget to acknowledge is that it's there. It's a hard phase and getting through it may be the toughest challenge.
But you'll make it through.
Believe in yourself.
No one can instill that belief in you except for yourself.
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