Unearthing Our Strengths
When I was a kid, I refused to accept that I was a slow runner – despite never once winning a race.
Blaming the track, I started running on grass.
When it was clear that there wasn’t an issue with the terrain, I assumed that my sneakers were the culprit.
Convinced my Adidas were slowing me down, I exchanged them for a pair of Nikes.
When the Nikes didn’t provide speed, I started running barefoot.
Nothing helped.
Eventually, I ran out of excuses and just accepted the fact that I was a painfully slow runner.
Then I began pursuing other interests.
Eventually, I discovered writing.
The funny thing about life is that it often takes acknowledging our shortcomings to unearth our strengths.
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