Marathons

Life is a marathon. I’m pretty sure it’s a fact. That being said, every day it feels quite the opposite.

We see what’s in front of us. We want immediate goals to work out. We want everything to go to plan. I mean who wouldn’t.

Looking at today, nothing goes to plan. Maybe for some people, but not for me. It’s pretty funny because I consider myself an obsessive planner. I like to look to the future, but it seems the future I see or want never really comes to fruition. Some people might feel like this, some might not. Some people don’t plan. Sometimes I hate that I do.

I always feel one step short. It’s a sucky feeling. But life is a marathon. Growing up means dealing with change well. Being an adult means going through everyday defeats and little pains. I wonder what causes us to grow up, to become stronger. I wonder if the feeling or regret, of incompetency, or weakness will go away. I think about contentment, and can’t really see it soon.

Being an adult means learning that in life there are always opportunities, many paths. They always exist ahead and as long as you live, there will be things for you. They aren’t blind to just what’s big and shiny in front of them. They acknowledge that it’s one path, but that there may be more if you look closely.

Life is a marathon, and maybe one day I’ll learn that.