The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

I have stepped off the racing track, and closed the ledger of who is ahead. I am no longer running against the crowd; I am planting seeds in the soil instead. Let the younger ones see no rival here, just a wide, welcoming shade to draw near. My own mountain has already been climbed, I have touched the peak and stood in the sun. Every dream I chased is safely in my hands, the quiet victories are already won. Now, my journey is a map I leave behind, for younger travelers to follow and find. When I step out of the classroom door, I will walk with my head held high. I was a fierce runner on the field, but never a wolf under the sky. I leave the echoes of the lessons I taught, and the honest battles that I fought. The sweet memories belong to those who cared, the rough edges belong to those who walked away. But to the ones who cheered and the ones who threw stones: you both kept me sharp, day after day. Because of the love, and because of the test, you both pushed this he...