So while out jogging this morning, I noticed a person about 1/2 a kilometer ahead. I could tell he was running a little slower than me and so I thought, good, I shall try to catch him up. I had about a kilometer before I needed to turn off, so I started running faster and faster.
Every block, I was gaining on him just a little bit more and after just a few minutes, I was only about 100 meters behind him, so I really picked up the pace and pushed myself. You would have thought I was running in the last leg of an Olympics relay competition; that’s how determined I was, to catch him. Finally, I did it! I caught up and passed him. On the inside, I felt so good. “I beat him” Of course the irony is, he didn’t even know we were racing. After I passed him, I realized I had been so focused on competing against him that I had missed my turn. I had run nearly six blocks past my turn and I had to turn and go back.
Isn’t that what happens in life when we focus on competing with co-workers, neighbors, friends, family, trying to outdo them or trying to prove that we are more successful or more important? We spend all our time and energy running after them and we miss out on our own paths to our God-given destinies.
The problem with unhealthy competition is that it’s a never ending cycle. There will always be somebody ahead of you, someone with a better job, nicer car, more money in the bank, more education, a prettier wife, a more handsome husband, better behaved children, and so the list goes on. However, realize this “You can be the best that you can be, when you are not competing with anyone.” Some people feel insecure because they pay too much attention to what others are, where others are going, wearing or driving.
Take what the Creator has given you, the height, weight and personality. Dress well and wear it proudly, you’ll be blessed by it. Stay focused and live a healthy life. There is no competition in Destiny. Run your own race and wish others well! To read more posts by Danstan, click HERE Photo Credit: Masterfile.com