When I was a kid, I used to play a game at the beach with my siblings and cousins. We called it, “Walk in My footsteps.”
The rules were simple. One kid took the lead and the rest had to step in footsteps of the person ahead as we walked down the beach.
As the youngest, I was usually at the back of the group and often had to stretch to reach the footsteps of the person in front of me.
I almost always lost when we played this game, but was that so bad?
Each of us has our own journey through life. There will always be people walking ahead of us on this journey and there will always be people walking behind us.
As I see it, our job is to learn from the person ahead of us and, if asked, give a helping hand to the person behind us, but not to walk in someone’s footsteps.
Now, I can write this, but I don’t always live it. I confess this is a challenging life lesson for me. Recently, I read a book that made me ache with longing to write as well as the author did.
I can’t. I’m not that author. I’m me. I can learn from the author, but I’ll never write the same way.
Bottom line: I will always lose when I play the game of “Walk in My Footsteps.” I have to follow my own path, learn at my own pace, and in my own way.
But is that really so bad?
What about you?
Have there been times when you wanted to be in the footsteps of the person ahead of you? How did you handle it and what did you learn from the experience?