It is not the finish line that counts but the journey

Noel - Charlotte, North Carolina
Entered on November 1, 2007
Age Group: 18 - 30
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I believe is not the finish line that counts but the journey that you take to get there. This journey is what makes us who we are. But it all starts with a little push, and this push becomes the power that will take you to the finish line. The push that inspired me was beating my enemy at everything that given day.

This is the day, I thought to myself. I am finally going to beat my enemy. I’m ready I say, I can feel it. He is taunting me with his looks and with his position, but I will outsmart him and defeat him. The wind blows with a great big rush of competition that you can even taste. Then it stops, for a quick second which becomes eternity. That second is the beginning to an end of losses and a new era of winning. All the teachings going in my head, revising all the hardships that I went through to get here. The cold sweat of my body comes down my face. The air hits it and makes it cold. As the second passes I visualize the race and the finish line at the end, and a sweet smell of victory. As I look at my enemy I see it in his eyes. He is afraid; he knows I will beat him and that my time has come. As the whistle blows, I start to run, as I run I think of nothing, smell nothing, hear nothing, but see victory. As I sprint down, I hold my breath to make me run faster. In sight I see the finish line get closer, and my enemy gets farther away. As I cross the finish line, I stop and see my enemy run pass me. As people rush to me, I let go of my air and when I do that, I felt like a big weight had drop off of my shoulders. Then I thought to myself, “I WON.”

As I celebrate I start to feel empty on the inside and that great big rush that came had left so quickly. As I thought of why I did not feel the rush of victory, I started to remember all those times that I wanted to give up in the gym and not do anything, about all the times he had beat me and laugh at me, and about all the times that I kept pushing the envelope. Then it came back to me, that feeling of pride and accomplishment. I had figured it out; it was the journey that was filled with all kinds of troubles and accomplishments that had given me the biggest rush in my life, the rush of VICTORY. This rush did not come from the finish line, but it came from the race itself. I had finally beaten my only enemy in life, this enemy was, LIFE.