The Days When We Fail

With sweat upon my face after running in a fast pace, I took a seat on the top row thinking of the effort I sow by failing on this day.

“I Hope it’s not too cheesy” have I never said in a restaurant, but saying now.

It’s the third day of the month: another peaceful morning, another mud and grass track, and the same warm sun on my face. You know what they say: thrice makes it thrives. Okay, maybe nobody says that, but I got something else to say and it’s about hope.

This is not a motivational post, and I hate motivational posts.

This is not a motivational post, and I hate motivational posts.