A different race altogether.

There’s the life that we live and the other one that people think we should live. 

As I think of  it, there are even some emotions that I don't really feel but I think of how that this is the way people expect me to behave in that particular situation and so I do. But they aren't the ones in my place and they don't feel what I do, they can only see whats on the outside. All those emotions running through me are something I don't ever think I will be able to explain. In fact, I don't see the need to. 

Honestly if I needed someone to fight my battles for me I would have asked them to do so but as long as I am able to do this on my own I think its alright. I understand that they mean no wrong and they probably are just worried about what I’m doing with my life but I also believe that we need to give each other the liberty to make mistakes and learn from them. If you care, then just be there when I turn around after a mistake, when I’m at the starting line all over again.

Life might be a race but not in the way that people make it sound. It’s a race with the situations, the emotions that come along with every person that enters our life. In a race you fall and you're out, while in this particular one where you're the only one running you can make that mistake and start over, and keep doing so until you take your last breath.