Once upon a time there was a young, athletic boy hungry for success, 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. A large crowd had gathered to witness the sporting spectacle and a wise old man, upon hearing of the little boy had traveled far to bear witness. Also, the race commenced looking like a level heat at the finishing line, but sure enough, the boy dug deep and called on his determination, strength and power.
He took the winning line and was first
The crowd was ecstatic and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man remained still and calm, expressing no sentiment. The little boy, however, felt proud and important. A second race was called and two new young, fit challengers came forward to run with the little boy. The race was started and sure enough, the little boy came through and finished first.
Once again. The crowd was ecstatic again and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man remained still and calm again, expressing no sentiment. The little boy, however, felt proud and important. Another race, another race, pleaded the little boy.
The wise old man stepped forward and presented the little boy with two new challengers, an elderly frail lady and a blind man. What is this quiz the little boy. This is no race, he exclaimed. Race, said the wise man. The race was started and the boy was the only finisher.
The other two challengers left standing at the starting line
The little boy was ecstatic. He raised his arms in delight. The crowd, however, were silent, showing no sentiment toward the little boy. What has happened?
Why not do the people join in my success? He asked the wise old man. Race again, replied the wise man. This time, finish together. All three of you finish together, continued the wise man.
The little boy thought. A little stood in the middle of the blind man and the frail old lady and then took the two challengers by the hand. The race began and the little boy walked slowly, ever so slowly to the finishing line and crossed it. The crowd were ecstatic and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man smiled gently, nodding his head.
The little boy felt proud and important
Old man, I understand not. Who are the crowd cheering for which one of us three? Asked the little boy. The wise old man looked into the little boy’s eyes, placing his hands on the boy’s shoulders and replied softly, Little boy, for this race you have won much more than in any race you have ever ran before. And for this race, the crowd 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 only measurement for you in your life.
Who are you running against
And if you always win against everybody and soon the people will stop cheering for you at the end of your life. If you look back, the question is who was running next to you in this race? If they were weaker and older, did you help them to get across the line? Did you all finish together?
Because that is the best race you can ever run. So run. Run this race called life. But don’t forget, it is not important. If you win, it is important how you run this race.
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