The Marathon

If you think about it, the minute a person is born into the world he or she is starting the race for the very first time. A race that can be compared to a marathon which has a beginning, middle, and ending. Every person is already running the marathon, which some are in the middle of and some are close to the finish line. Each one of us, while in the middle of the race, has a story to tell. A story that may be interesting to some, which is just everyday life to us and we live it to the fullest each day.

As young kids, we start out the beginning of the race sprinting full speed into the unknown world hyper as can be. We oftentimes don't listen to the authority figures that inform us to slow down and yet we have the tendency to ignore what they say and because of that we are prone to getting lost or injured. Ask kids, we've all of the story the tortoise and the hare, the moral is slow and steady wins the race. It's just a matter of having patience, we'll all get to the finish line soon.

As adults, we reach the middle of the race, and come to that point where one just has to pace themselves. In some ways, the people you meet while on that race can be somewhat of a running buddy. Pushing and cheering you on as the road of life gets tougher and tougher. Each of us will eventually run some uphill battles but it's those particular roads that we chose. One just has to keep their focus on the goal at hand and it really doesn't matter if you win or lose, as long as you finish the race that counts.

In the latter days of a person's life, one is just going on pure adrenaline. The pain that one felt back in the middle of the race is now gone and he or she is basically running on will power. For a person can ask themselves was the pain and suffering one went through worth it?. As one looks back at the miles of road that one has run over the years, it can be amazing how one has "survived" the race. Answer this question, When you finally reach the finish line, will you be satisfied with how you ran all those years?

I end this thought with a poem entitled, "Don't Quit."

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will.
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill.
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
and you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
rest of you must-but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
and many a failure turns about
when he might have won had he struck out.
Don't give up, though the pace seems slow.
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down.
How close he was to the golden crown,

Success is failure turned inside out.
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
and never you can tell just how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far.
So stock to the fight when you're hardest hit.
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.