Being the fastest in the class was a badge of honour when I was 6 years old.
Reflecting on it now, I smile and laugh.
The funny thing is that as we get older, the running race just gets bigger, and they’re no longer literal, but figurative.
Although we know being the fastest in the metaphorical class isn’t important, it’s still easy to justify the rat race. But we also control when we call it quits.