Trudging and manoeuvring through against the neverending souls,i was glad when i finally got in the open.As i soldiered on,with the fatigue kicking in,i saw a little boy no taller than my waist.He was chasing,running after another boy on a skate scooter taunting him."You can't cant catch me!Ha ha!" And there he was,the little boy "running",and as he ran,i saw how happy he was,shouting in glee.

It struck me how dumb it looked,because any fool would tell you he won't catch up at all.But it left me wondering,the reason why he was so elated,despite the fact he couldn't reach the other fella.I think any of us,would probably have given up.It just makes no sense trying to catch something that you can't.

Perhaps,it was just the little boy being naive,but somehow,somewhere along our lives as we grew,we lost something.When things don't look achievable,we just give up and lower our heads.We let go of things that are out of reach,and then it becomes regret.We overlook,that "while any fool would tell you he won't catch up" doesn't mean he will never do so.We forget that when we grit our teeth and never look down,we grow in strength.And one day,that boy who couldn't catch up,would be in front,of what he used to see from behind.