blabla: I’m sorry your thread turned into a battlefield;) I’ll try bringing this thread back on track.
I wrote this when feeling that I was working so hard to overcome the challenges of my life while everybody’s having an easy time.
My Reward
Beads of sweat formed on my brow. I panted heavily. My heart was racing wildly, but I didn’t give up. I continued running with unbreakable determination. I kept my eyes focused ahead of me, trying to outrun my competitors. There was still a long way to go. I felt like my energy was spent, but my feet seemed to take a life of their own.
I had to win this marathon. The ground grew hot and my sneakers itchy, but I ran on. I was driven by a hidden force. I was coming closer to my goal. But it was so hard.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the spectators on the bleachers. They were cheering wildly, laughing and eating to their hearts’ content. A wave of envy overcame me. here I was – huffing and puffing, while they were relaxing and having fun.
A salty tear made its way out of my eye. Why was I supposed to work so hard?
“It’s not fair,” I thought. I continued running half-heartedly. My thoughts were zooming to the rhythm of my running feet.
“What do they know of hard work?” I thought bitterly. “All they know is how to have a good time. They’ve got no idea what it’s like to run without a break.”
Suddenly, they bright yellow finish line winked at me from the distance. A wave of energy pumped through my veins. I ran for all I was worth.
Deafening applause thundered in my ears as I retrieved my gold trophy. I made it. I won. I beamed with pride. I glanced at the onlookers. A wide grin spread across my face.
No, they haven’t worked hard.
But they haven’t got a reward.