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working to my advantage. But there was something more. Not only was I excelling, but I was
finally grasping the meaning of the phrase Hakuna matata as Timon and Pumbaa liked to say. I
was beginning to understand that the jungle wasnt merely full of tigers, snakes, poisonous
plants, and dangerous terrain anymore, it was blooming with life, with milkshakes at the local ice
cream stand, with unplanned adventures driving through unfamiliar places, the shrill sounds that
left our throats when we attempted to drown out the blasting radio, and even winning a few races
out on the course. The jungle was beautiful. Yet, I still had not made it to the top of the food
chain. I wouldnt be satisfied until I was declared the best in the region. Being the winner in the
section was okay, but the fulfillment it once gave me was subsiding. The qualifier meet for states
was just around the corner. The objective was to make it to States, and it was all I had focused
on. There was a jungle somewhere that had taller trees, and more magnificent landscapes, or so I
thought. It was this jungle that I sought after, that I wished to conquer.
So there we stood at the ready, spikes laced, watching in anticipation as the starter raised
his gun. A single shot and we were off. The start of the race was an endless uphill battle, but the
adrenaline rushed in and all I saw were runners in front of me. One thought forced itself on my
mind: make it to the front. And so I did what I came to do. Every stride put me closer to my
target. Twenty feet. Fifteen feet. Ten feet. I was closing the gap. And then, as if the Earth jumped
from beneath my feet to help, the course turned into a downhill slope. And in that moment, I was
first. There were hundreds of runners behind me, hundreds of spectators on either side of the
course, and I was first. But I didnt care. And it didnt even matter that I didnt place in the race
because I loved the sport I was a part of and the people I experienced it with. What mattered was
that I was content. I had told myself for so long that I needed to be better, but for once, I was
happy with exactly where I was. To this day, I deem being content with yourself and your
position in life as utmost importance. I believe that you have the power to be content, no matter
who you are and where you stand, even if youre the last one to finish the race.