Three turtles were swimming across a pond, one moving more slowly than the others even though he worked harder to keep up. On his back was a large collection of moss and algae, extra baggage built up over time, but the turtle was unaware. Perhaps the struggling swimmer thought that he was just slower than the rest, not as good, didn’t measure up. More likely, he just didn’t think about his struggle at all, accepted his difficulty with quiet resignation, never to be good enough, always slower than his brothers.
The road of…