The Race of Life : A Short Story
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.
Split into two: “A large crowd had gathered to witness the sporting spectacle. A wise old man, upon hearing of the little boy, travelled far to watch too. Trim and split: “The race began as a close contest. The boy dug deep, used his determination and strength, and crossed the line first. The crowd was ecstatic, 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.Simplify: The wise old man stepped forward. He introduced two new challengers—an elderly lady and a blind man. “What is this?, quizzed the little boy. “This is no race” he exclaimed. “Race!”, said the wise man.
The Race of Life
The race was started and the boy was the only finisher, the other two challengers left standing at the starting line.Break in two: The little boy raised his arms in delight. But the crowd remained silent, showing no emotion. “What has happened? Why do not the people join in my success?”, he asked the wise old man. “Race again”, replied the wise man, “But this time finish together, all three of you, finish together”, continued the wise man.
The little boy paused for a moment. Then he stood between the blind man and the frail old lady and took their hands. The race began and the little boy walked slowly, ever so slowly, to the finishing line and crossed it. The crowd was ecstatic, cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man smiled, gently nodding his head. The little boy felt proud and important.
Road to Greatness
“Old man, I’m unable to understand for whom the crowd is cheering for? Who won the race?, 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!”
What are you running for in your life? Are you hungry for success? Is winning the only measurement for you in your life? Who is your opponent? And If you always win against everyone, people will soon stop cheering for you. At the end of your life, look back. Who is running next to you in this race? If they are weak and old, 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 of Life, but don’t forget it isn’t important if you win but the important is that how you run this race.
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