I run and keep on running. My legs ache and my sweat-stained face mirror my exhaustion. I slow down my pace a bit and strain my eyes to see what is beyond me. “How far is and how long will it take me to the finish line?” I muse.
I continue running until my legs feel as if they cannot support me any longer. And so I stop. Chest heaving, I breathe in gulps of air. My heart feels as if anytime soon, it will burst. Left with nothing to do, I stand still and look farther out into the horizon. Then it hit me.
I have been so consumed with worrying about how far I am from my destination that I forgot to look back. If I had, I would realize the long journey I had. The many meters and all the twists and bends that I encountered and hurdled. And the successes gained and lessons learned along the way.
Life’s journey is not entirely about how far I am from reaching my goal. It is also about how far I have come from the starting point and how my experiences have molded me into the person that I am today.