It seems like an eon ago when I was that foolish kid trying to outrun a moving car by running as fast as I could. The fear was not of being run over by it but of losing the race. It was pure. Just the win mattered. No matter how many times I lost the race, I always was ready for another. I really didn't know where my disappointment of the last defeat got lost.
Today the kid tried to do the same, crossing my vehicle and nearly being run over. I hit the brakes, got pissed off and nearly shouted but the memory stopped me.
What is it about this kid trying to outrun my vehicle?
Well I compared and it was nothing but the zeal to win. But a pure win. Clean win. True win.
Where does it get lost in due course of time, I don't know. Wish it'd stayed with every kid trying to outrun a car in motion. Wish it stays with me till the end.
