I felt sorry for myself because I came to realize…
I felt sorry for myself because I came to realize that I will probably never be able to run as far and fast as I used to. Then I came upon a man being pushed in a wheelchair who had no arms or legs. Shortly after, I thought there must be more to our collective universe than struggles, achievements, and joys. More to life than we can ever possibly understand during any perishable lifetime, in contrast to that truly divine afterlife waiting for each and every one of us. No hurry to get there. Only some extra comfort remembering this.