I am in competition with no one. I run my own race. I have no desire to play the game of being better than anyone, in any way, shape, or form. I just aim to improve, to do better than I was before. That’s me and I’m free.
It haunts me knowing one day I will be visiting my parents grave site. I always imagined what it would be like. Driving to the site with my dog sticking his head out from the passenger window. Arriving to the site, kneeling down on one or both knees laying flowers on the tomb stone, and just staring into the the name and date engraved into the granite. Thinking back to when I had done them bad and good. Then starting to talk to them like they can hear me. Maybe apologizing and saying how much I miss them. Letting them know how I am doing myself. At that point I see myself breaking down.