The race of life

silhouetted-figure-and-tree-1008861How long before I put my head to a soft pillow and sleep? How many more years before, I get a complete, undisturbed long sleep?

I started working at age 13 after I lost my family to war. I am 63 now. What has changed? What did I achieve?

I have been working hard to make ends meet. At 13, it was survival from one day to the other. At 63, it is survival one week to the other. That is all that has changed. No family, no friends. Achievements include getting off the road into a ‘sleeping bed’ which I call home. ‘Sleeping bed’ is the bed I have rented that I can use for 6 hours till the next occupant of the bed comes in.

There is no more strength in my body, no will in my soul to achieve anything to win this greatest endurance race of life. I am looking up to the almighty for solace.

(160 words)


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