We spent our lives in a constant race,
Always seeking the highest place.
From 99 percent to the next degree,
We thought success would set us free.
But like a horse that wins one run,
The next big race had already begun.
We called it a “syndrome,” a cycle of stress,
Searching for joy in a “yes” or a “best.”
But life felt empty, the heart felt dry,
As years of exams just passed us by.
We forgot how to eat, we forgot how to play,
Just chasing a “future” that felt far away.
Then we looked at the sun as it sank in the west,
And saw that even the light needs to rest.
The sun is beautiful when it starts to rise,
But itβs also beautiful when it leaves the skies.
A tree grows deep in the dark of the ground,
Before its green leaves can ever be found.
So we made a pact, my sister and I,
To stop being afraid of a cloudy sky.
We donβt just talk about wins anymore,
We talk about failures and keeping the score.
For life isn’t just about winning the race,
It’s learning to lose with a smile on your face.
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