Finish Line

 

                               

When i was little, i used to watch raindrops sliding down the care window. i thought that perhaps they were racing to get across the finish line. i noticed the way the idle droplets were rescued by their brothers colliding into them and propelling them forward.

now that i'm older , i watch people . and i wonder why we are all still pretending that we don't need others to nudge us to keep moving forward when we get a little stuck along this journey we call life.