We're all in a race to success and I feel like I'm behind all my classmates. I fell down many times. I couldn't jump over the hurdles that others jumped so easily. I want to do the same, do better, but I don't try; and even if I know not trying will get me nowhere, I continue to lie down on the track of life. The sky looks painfully beautiful from here. I wish I can stop comparing myself to others, others who are winning and the ones falling behind. I don't have the skills to run faster but I'm too afraid to fall behind. So I keep running, forcing my body to run to its limits. I keep thinking of fantasies where I am born with exceptional blessings. But I know the truth. And the truth is not pretty.