A step at a time

Every journey begins with a single step.

Yes I started mine a long time ago. I took it easy, walked with a stroll. It was fun and relaxing, I took in all the beautiful sights as I went. Once in a while, I took a break and stop, taking in a breath of fresh air or two. Yes, it was a good 4 years of secondary school life, although not all that perfect.

When the going gets tough, the tough gets going. After that, the steps in my journey got bigger, more effort put in in every pace. I was starting to see reality; the reality that time waits for no man. Slowly, my stroll becomes a fast walk down the road. Slowly, my fast walk becomes a jog.

But this jog of mine is quite different from most people. Because you see, each step I take, I'm trying to turn my foot out. I need to turn my foot out. I have to turn my foot out, no matter how seemingly impossible it seems. These are the steps I learn to take, the steps of a dancer.

I know and see people along this same journey; some familiar faces and most of them, complete strangers. The thing is, all I see are their backs, way further in the distance ahead of me. "What the? This is a race?" I thought.

What started out as a simple stroll down a park has become a race to me. Every now and then I question myself. What are the things that matter to me? Taking time to enjoy the beautiful sights, living life to the fullest? Or is winning all that really matters, being first to reach the finish line? Should I make a sprint for it? Well I'm not even sure I can finish this race.

I'm not a competitor. I never asked to be in this race. I just happen to walk my journey on the tracks.

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I found an inch of happiness at where it shouldn't be.