There's Hope For TodayНамуна

The old high school stirred up bad memories and a cloud of regret settled on me.

I graduated from high school without distinction and the old building reminded me of what could have been. I thought of scholarships I might have earned, the leader I might have been, the witness I might have shared had I not sold out to mediocrity. I would have passed by, until I noticed the old track.

I could have been a winner there too, but I didn’t take running seriously. I was almost past the gap in the chain link fence when an inspiration pierced my darkness. I turned toward the track carrying all my regrets and wasted opportunities. One lap ... one final lap on the high school track to close the books and shelve my shortcomings forever. I picked up the pace and clicked off a lap. My spirits began to rise. One last look at the old high school and I turned for home, closing a chapter called regret. I left it all behind on that final lap.

No one was watching and my time was not recorded, but if you ask me, my finest run was a one-lap race when hope broke through and regret failed to place.