I guess it’s just like running in a race.
There’s a track that stretches out.
And just like life, I haven’t got a clue
If it’s straight or if it loops.
I just hope there is a line
That marks the end, the finish point
Where I can rest, collect a medal and a flag.
There’s only one attempt at this
And only I can screw it up.
But then again, I’ve practised hard,
I know that hurdles can be cleared.
This is my moment, never to be feared.
I used to be a swimmer when I was a kid and whenever I raced I would get so nervous because I was terrified that I would screw up. I don’t know why I got quite so frightened, but I know that I have always needed love and I was scared that a poor performance might make people hate me.
As I’ve got older I’ve seen that life is a lot like one of those races. There is so much opportunity to screw up, but there is also the chance that everything could go well and I become a raging success. But that’s life. It’s all a bit of luck and some things will go well and others will be terrible. You just need to roll with it and at least have a go. If you lose, you’re to going to die. It will hurt, but you will still be alive to run another race. Just learn from where you went wrong and have another go.
If you’ve recently tripped over a hurdle, get back up and keep running. There’s always somebody there who will help you up and get you across the line. The worst thing that you can do is let the fear cripple you and not even turn up at the start line. I hope that you enter the race this year and have some fun no matter what the result.