And The Winner Is...

So... you found happiness. That's awesome. Like, no joke, I'm really happy for you, I really am. Why? Because you're a pretty awesome person, and quite frankly I like you a lot. I guess I was hoping that you could've found that with me, or maybe I was just hoping to find that in you. But it's ok... Always a day late and a dollar short.

I don't know why I hesitate. I think sometimes I get so close to success and then I get scared. Like... I see the finish line, but then I think about everything after the finish line. From that point on, people expect a certain level of aptitude from you... and you have to maintain your success. It never really just ends at the finish line.

So I slow down... only a little so nobody notices at first. Then, miraculously, all the other runners speed past me. Eventually I completely stop, and I am still. The race is over. Someone else won.

Heh... it's fine. Really, it is. The spotlight is too much work. I mean... yeah, it would be fun every now and then, but could I really handle the pressure?

No... that's not me.

Honestly, I don't even know why I'm in this race to begin with. I've had little training, and quite frankly... I'm not sure if this is even the right race for me.

I guess this was just one of the few times in my life that I felt the trophy was something worth racing for though... So, what the hell, why not give it a shot? And... I think I could've won.

...But seriously, it's ok. I'm happy for the first place winner. Really I am. He worked hard for it, he really did! He deserves his trophy. I smile, and give a thumbs up. He smiles back and waves.

This is great. I'm such a good sport. Yeah. I really am. In the end, that's reward enough.

Yeah...