Just imagine this……before the whole race began, I was offered Love. I was hungry for Love, therefore I received it so gladly with so much gratefulness and thankfulness welling up within me. It was on that day I received Love that my race began.
I didn't know I was in a race, didn't even realised I was beginning to run with Joy and peace, feeling heavens inside me. In the beginning, I was willing to give all my best, was very enthusiastic about it. In me I felt there is a great Hope for a future. Life no longer meant meaningless to me. I was really happy to be alive and no longer thinks about suicide. I realised I had found the treasures which could never be found in any other way. So I ran and thought it was only a short distance run but much to my horror realised I am supposed to run in a marathon. Shit! I hate running and I don't have much stamina. I don't like being sweaty and smelly and most importantly, faintly.

So the condition of this race is you can always take a rest, but if you choose to opt out, you will lose all the goodies (Love, Joy , peace,Hope and treasures ) you received when you signed up. No way! I enjoyed all these gifts, and these are the things that gave me life, so I run.

While I run, the scenarios that moves along me are very beautiful, often I would stop to enjoyed the natures of the world. I was at my own pace. Learning to breathe while I run. Learning to control my pace and learning to find my direction. For I am running in unknown roads. There is a referee who oversees the whole marathon. Sometimes He will encouraged me to run faster, sometimes He would fill my goodies bags with more freebies. I was running alone with only the referee to oversee me. There are times when I saw my friends running in front of me and I would run to catch up with him/her. And then I would have company for a part of the journey.

There was even a time when some participants pushed me down without realising the referee is watching. Over us.

At times, there would be some spectators who don't like me, so they throw bananas, water, rotten eggs etc onto me. SPLASH ! I felt angry and discouraged. Then I would start to walk and I would stop. Thoughts of quitting often bombed my mind. And when I really had wanted to opt out, a friend or family who is running the race would pulled me along while they run. The referee is a really kind man, because He is always there to comfort me when times are difficult. But there are times I am so frusrated that I don't care what the referee or what my friends and family has got to say , I just sat down at the roadside, watching runners run past. There are also plenty of participants along the road for this is a difficult race. Sad to say, there are also quite a number who opt out.

When I did that the freebies in my bag will get lesser because it will only increase when I am running nearer to the finishing line. By this time, I have sort of lost Joy. After I have enough rest, I would stand up and take my position to run again. When I start, Joy comes to me again and foolishly, I sprinted, thinking I can finished this race after a rest. Anyone who has ran a marathon and won one would strongly advised against sprinting in a marathon. Sometimes, I would also pull my friends along when I see them wanting to stop.

When I don't have strength anymore, I asked the referee for some, and He gladly gave me. He said: If I need anything to help me run the race He will give it me. (Ask and it will be given onto you)
 

Sometimes I get lost.
Sometimes I get sad.

Sometimes I get upset.

Sometimes I lose confidence.

Sometimes I angry.

Sometimes I get hurt.

Sometimes I get tired.

Sometimes I just want to opt out.

But I cant let go of the love in my bag. Cant forget the kindness showed to me by the referee. And because I know there will be great rewards for those who finished the race. I am not greedy and the rewards are not what I am eyeing for, but it's the reason to live that I am holding onto. If I don't run, I will lose that reason to live.

At this point of the race, someone who is standing along the road calls me over. He promises love and distracted me from my running. Love is the thing that started the whole race for me, and love is what I longed for. Here is someone who wanted to offer me love and I don't have to run anymore. But his love and the love in my bag is different. Will I give up this love for his love? I don't want to. But the offer is tempting. Well, everything has always been tempting, what isnt?

Tempting love. His love might pormises lasting but it has no guarantee, the love in my bag has a guarantee forever.
 

Tempting hearts.
 

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