It’s the start of the race. You’re not sure You’ll be any good really, but luckily the people you brought to cheer you on build you up and tell you you’ll do great.
They stand on the sidelines clapping, screaming and shouting as the race begins. 3, 2, 1, the shot is fired and all the runners start running…
Your new found confidence lifts your feet up and caries your body passed more then half of all the other runners. This boosts your confidence even more.
A sudden state of Euphoria arises in you, one you’ve never felt when running. You never were a star at it and you never felt this good about it. This feeling pushes you to go even faster.
You see the finish and there are two people in front of you. You push yourself, you hear your people cheering and clapping, that strengthens you even more. Right before the finish you pass one of your opponents .
You finish second. You walk your exhaustion off as you look over to your cheering team. They look at you, they’re proud, they smile and put their thumbs up. You smile and bend over and try to breath a bit better.
You look up again and see your cheering team staring at the person who finished first. And you can’t help but think that they secretly wished that, that person would have been the person they came to cheer on…
On the way home they keep on talking about the one who came in first.
No real celebration of your victory on yourself, no celebration of your confidence helping you to achieve things, none of that.
They build you up and then take you down…knowingly?? Who knows...
1 comment:
that's some good writing babe, kep it up.x
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