You wanna know how it happens every single time ?

It's like I'm running, running for the sake of me, yet every time I think I'm almost there, something has to pull me back.
Back to the middle of the track.
Back to where I started.
Sometimes, back to before I started.

And what hurts like hell here is the fact that no, I'm not running a marathon today and you can't tell me that it's the toughest before the victory.
I'm running a sprint, that too again and again, and I'm unable to cross that hundred metres mark. Every single time I think I'm finally nearing the finish line, something pushes me back. Every. Single. Time.

And I don't know against whom am I running.
Is it me myself ?
Others - their expectations ? Don't think so.
Others - their plots to make me sink ? Maybe.
The situations ? I think so.

I'm feeling like I have no other choice but to run. And no, I'm not running from life or people or experiences, if that's what it seems. I think I'm running with them - I'm carrying it all on my back and still trying to run.

I'm close to giving up.
There's something inside me that says don't.
I know that stopping still won't do me any good, my burdens would press me down, I need to run, hoping that somewhere along the way they'll fall down, rather, I'll get used to it.

Still, I've stopped seeing sights of the ribbons now. They're something I can't torture myself even thinking about, I have to be really good to get there.
Or lucky.
Depends on what you believe.

Will I ever get my medals ?