I wish I knew what was at the finish line.

I wish that I could guarantee that you will win.

I wish that I could tell you that there are riches, glory and fame waiting for you.

I wish that I could assure you that there’s a big trophy with your name on it.

I wish that I could affirm that you will cross the line looking fresh as a daisy and ready to go again.

And it would be nice if there were lots of fans cheering you on and applauding your efforts.

But it may not work out that way.

Maybe you won’t win, perhaps you’ll come stone, motherless last.

Maybe there are no riches, no glory, no fame, no trophy just continued anonymity.

Maybe instead of feeling fresh, you’ll be limping and disheveled.

Perhaps the applause that you’ve been eagerly anticipating has been replaced by a few sneering critics telling you that you’ve been wasting your time.

It’s even possible that instead of a finish line, you find out that there is still a long way to go.

There are no guarantees of success, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try.

It also means that you should probably enjoy the journey, just in case you don’t get the grand finale that you are yearning for.

I don’t know what is at the finish line, but I do know what there is for those who never take off from the starting line.

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