The illusion is that you’re just running around the track. In reality there are hurdles on every lap. Some are small as to be almost unnoticeable. Others you can’t possibly jump over without help. Others you slam right into. And they’re usually similar in height and frequency.
And that’s life. Laps and hurdles. You either embrace it and run hard and jump high when you have to. Other times you ask for help. And others you enjoy when you hit your stride and it feels effortless.
