Hold. Hold on. Don't run. Slow down your pace. You don't want to fall on your face. There is nothing to lose even if you fail. But a lot to gain from the mistakes you made. You see in this race, everyone is eager to stand first place. But it's not worth if there is no one there to celebrate. Yes, I know; you want to cry. I know you want to give up because you're tired of falling from the sky. Your wings are ragged with bruises from the wind that is so harsh. 

But hold. Hold on. For there will come a time when you will reach your destination. You will find a home which will place you at first. 

No, it is not wishful thinking to desire