I always leave after sunset. I don't want people to see me with my running hair and red running face. And, to be honest, everything is more beautiful at night. So, around 10 PM, I put on my running shoes and reset my stopwatch.
200 meters from my house, I turn right, into the forest. I love the sweet, chilly breath of exhaling night combined with the perfect scent of the forest at sunset. It's lovely and soothing.
Yesterday, the road I had to take was dusty dry. The sun's blistering rays had made all the water evaporate from the soil. There's a lot of holes in the sandy road, eroded by water and wind. Normally, I find it very easy to dodge those holes, but yesterday was different. Although I knew where the hole in the road was, I still stepped into it, and tripped over. It was not the hole that made me trip over. It was me, not paying attention. I had not foreseen the agony that very soon followed. I got back up, on my own, and continued, however hurt.
Today, the same dusty road was not the same. Rain had filled the holes, creating little lakes that now reflected the evening sky. I managed to dodge all of them, but I realised that, one day, I will fall again. And again. And I will be thankful for it. For every time I fall, I will learn. And this knowledge will help me to elegantly dodge the holes the next time.
Life is like a road, perforated with obvious and tricky holes. Some can be dodged, others have to be tackled. There's no life without hardships. But, if you look closely, you can see friends standing next to every hardship. They reach out their hands, making it easier to cross the road that we call life.
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