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.
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.