…you’d like to think you have a handle on things. That all your hard work, dedication, focus and cash money are taking you somewhere. You’d like to believe it works that way.
Meanwhile, others speed on by, the hare jumping over the tortoise though laden with gifts you’ll never be granted, nor even can buy as you plod along. Sometimes stopping to help another tortoise, or even yet another hare as they turn around and wave goodbye.
Someday I’ll get there, wherever ‘there’ is, and find it: a wall.