Humans Race
The human race of life: a few individuals are crippled, a few more have barely learned to tie their shoes, the majority hobble or walk slowly along the race track, while an elite class of privileged, gifted individuals jog, sprint and do backflips over others.
Sooner or later, whether you are lame or a gold medalist, the floor beneath you falls, and the race for you is over. A few survivors notice, say a kind word or two, then keep moving along the course. Soon they are dropped and forgotten too.
Sprint, walk or do neither. It matters not. Have fun, do your best, don’t compare your run time.