The Human Race

On your mark, get set, GO!
& we are born into a race,
like no other race,
a race where the start line is startling,
and the finish line is certain but undefined,
a race you race because racing is, the only option,
call it, the race of all races;
The Human Race.

What is this race that we run it?

What is this life that we live it?

Let's take a step back, or two..

okay, we'll do two., and look at the big picture.

Yes, because it's easier if we learnt,

not from our own, in this race we don't own,

not by our own, in these lanes we race on,

but from the races of others, their mistakes,

and successes, their experiences,

and regrets.. hence we will learn.

We will learn that the race is too short,

short a sport to spot time fly by so quick,

that as racing is a constant process of crossing the finish line,

living is a constant process of dying.

That the distance the athletes covered before us,

is variant and short and needed more time,

time that was lost and never recovered.

& by that we will learn that the chances we get at pushing ourselves,

the chances we get at increasing the strides,

the chances we get at hitting the overlap,

are chances we might never get again.

And again, we will learn,

that we are the masters of our own destinies!

That we have the power of speed in our tongues,

and can determine,

how faster we run to our own destinations.

That we each have the hour to make our turns,

and we would never undermine,

how faster we'd reach profound acclamation.

And further we would learn,

that the further we could run,

is dictated by the further we could dream.

Nothing ever just happens, we would learn,

but as desire is to effort,

result is to dream.

We desire our dreams, that, we would learn too,

and if the dream was to successfully cross the finish line,

we would run, as if our lives depended on it.

Oh yes, but why, our lives depend on it..

It is, after all, The Human Race.

The world would cheer you on as you raced,

others would choose to call you names,

as the rest would be panting, heavily, beside you,

running for the same crown designed for you,

and praying hard, they would be,

that you tripped down, 

and reduced competition.

Selfish ambition.

Isn't it fortunate that we would learn,

that winning is not everything?

That we would learn that we win some and lose some?

In the words of Chetan Bhagat, we would learn that,

"Nothing is to be taken seriously" and that,

"Frustration is a sign somewhere, you took it seriously"

We would avoid frustrations!! How awesome is that?!

We would learn that the people we race along with,

influence our racing capabilities.

That our capacity to achieve would be dependent,

on the friends we keep, on the company we race,

and the positive or negative effect they would have on us.

This right here, would teach us to love us.

We are our own lovers, we would learn,

no one would love you as good as you,

and this would propel us. 

This would make us accepting and acceptable,

accepting others for what they are in this race of humanity,

and accept that our worldly possessions are nothing,

but vanity.

Inasmuch as we seek to live in comfort,

we would learn that, the tracks ahead are subject to change,

and we would object to imposed conformity,

but versatility in expecting any changes whatsoever.

We would learn that to run long, 

we would need to learn long.

We would need to practice to make perfect,

in order to race against the clock,

and not against the flock, the others,

but carefully enough; as the slow and steady would win this race, 

The Human Race.

I'll cut to the chase, and put this phrase out there,

if life was a race, I'd tie my shoelaces, and take my space,

I would embrace my strengths and outpace my weaknesses,

I would erase my worries and face the rest,

I would run for first place, and outrace myself,

and then and only then, will I have fought the good fight,

will I have kept the faith..

and finished the race, The Human Race.

Surrender, not.

For when the road gets rough,
and the going gets tough,
I'll choose to surrender, not,
to the fight but surrender,
to the light that I follow,
the fight that I'm being fought for.
I'll be tough and get going,
I'll do enough to keep me growing,
just enough,
that  the light in me will keep glowing.
A friend once told me,
"Remember why you started"
and as a member of my own,
I chose then not to slumber,
and number sheep to my dreams,
but stay awake through the year,
January to December,
and gear up to my dreams.
I am a dreamer,
and a profound one.
See, when I was lost,
a pro at what He does, found one,
out of many,
and recreated purpose and strength,
will, creativity and immense
stability in the thoughts,
and actions? He's still working on them.
Like a potter to clay
I putter through my day,
not as casual,
but with peace that there is,
a better tomorrow,
shaped through happiness and sometimes sorrow,
in the open and sometimes in the shadows,
but like fire to Gold,
adversity in diverse ways,
has played it's part,
has trained my heart,
& I came out bold.
Tested and pure,
in control and secure.
And that's why I choose,
not  to surrender,
not to the sorrows,
not to the shadows,
not to the fire,
and definitely not to the adversity,
but to the strength I acquired,
the teaching I required,
and the journey that I traverse in,
everything that I admire.
In this mood that this caressing peace engulfs me in,
I could care less, but surrender, not.
I could bear less but forfeit, not.
I could break walls and regret, not.
I could stumble and fall but not stay down,
I could hit dead ends and still not frown,
but smile, full-time,
like a clown in the circus,
till I get my crown,
till I fulfil my purpose.

"Retreat, not. Surrender, not."

I want (Poetry.com)

Below is a poem I posted on the website Poetry.com, thanks to a friend's suggestion. The link to the poem on the website is http://www.poetry.com/poems/1153481-I-want

It's a good platform to check out what others have written and to publish your own poems and receive reviews, points and badges while at it. Get writing!!

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Hi Poetry.com,

I just met you, and this is crazy,

crazy, straight to the moon and back,

that I have expectations and ambitions,

(Wild ones) about this, our relationship.

This relationship we are about to grow in,

this relationship that we are about to throw ourselves in, to,

you and I, me and you. 

I am really excited, I won't lie,

and prepared to love you till I die.

I know, that escalated too quickly for your liking,

but trust me, I take my time,

to fall in love..

it's just that, it's., it's just that you,

yes, you. You came in like a wrecking ball,

and swept me off my feet,

and instead of wrecking me,

you gave me something to think about,

each time I close my eyes.

You make me feel like I can be your next and your last,

or your first with heartbeats so fast,

each time he hears your name.

Each time, he mentions you,

each time his attention is stolen by you.

Poetry.com, I have a future figured out for us,

and what I want in this relationship,

erm, this partnership,

ok, this somethingship,

is you to show your love for me,

to shower me with kindness and gifts,

make me your top poet,

rate mine, the top poems,

distinguish me, 

let me finish first Poetry.com,

let me extinguish the shine of the others from thine eyes,

because I'll work for it.

I'll win your heart,

I'll give you perfection!

You say the world? I will give you the universe,

I will deserve your affection,

no explanation here, I'm drowning in emotions,

and for the last time now, Poetry.com,

I pledge to be there for you,

to paint your walls with the most beautiful of words,

the most thoughtful of images.

I'll try to be funny, you'll love my humor,

I'll try to be creative, you'll love my ambition.

Let's be an item and let's rock this world.

oh and before I forget Poetry.com;

Valentine's Day is in a week's time,

*clears throat*

will you be my Valentine?