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This time I was disappointed!

For some reason the words just came out of my mouth, I cried so much about my failure today. I wonder why I can be like this? I want to destroy everything around me. I am reluctant to meet people who do not understand the meaning of a bitter failure.

From there I thought that I was just a stupid human being who never felt joy. There may be times when the man reaches a point where he must be silent, resigned, sincere, and not think about it anymore!

“Why you?” ask my best friend Lyra.

Then I cried, and hugged Lyra tightly.

“Come tell me, hopefully I can help.”

I also told everything while crying sobbing, “At that time I was competing Athletics in Bandung, somehow my heart was very uncomfortable, the fear was suddenly ambushed me, he said, I don't know why it could be like this? Not usually my heart becomes faster beating.” I said while releasing a hug.

“You know not the cause of fear?”

I shake my head weakly.

“Maybe your mental match suddenly disappears.”

“Keep I should how?”

“Continue practicing more vigorously, and often read books about motivation or watch videos on youtube.”

I smiled, “Well I'll do.”

Lyra and I started going to class and learning as usual.

Lyra is my only friend who is most loyal to listen to my complaints, she always gives me motivation if I am complaining. I also took lessons from my failure today to be a reflection in the upcoming match.

In the afternoon, I started training as usual. I saw my friend Dara who got the gold medal at the Athletics game yesterday. I smiled and nodded confidently that one day I would smile proudly with a gold medal around my neck.

I continue to train with passion. I don't care if it hurts now, most importantly I have to succeed, and I'm learning to enjoy the process.

Step every step I walk, sweat began to wet my whole body, I shed tears, “It feels so heavy, Lord. Is this what you call struggle?!” My complaint is in my heart.

The program that the coach gave me was never over, I kept complaining. Tired! My feet are lazy to step. I'm bored! I'm saturated! and I have to face all of this, but my heart is always not sincere. I'm confused! How do I wake up the sleeping giant inside my body? So that I can enjoy this process with a smile.

Actually I want to stop training Athletics, but how else, if it wasn't for my best friend Lyra, maybe I'd have given up.

“I'm tired, I want to give up!” I said to Lyra, as we both enjoyed lunch in the school cafeteria.

Lyra then glared at me, “You can't do Guf!”

“As far as I dong, because I'm tired, just look at my friends there, they're too great, and I'm hard to beat.”

“You heard, ‘Runners who run to beat other runners, will be left behind because they are busy peering at the pace of their opponents’ you understand right?”

I nodded, “Then I will defeat myself, and make them my motivation.”

“But you must remember, the effort to defeat others is completely useless, motivation should not be born from envy, spite, or revenge!”

“You are Lyra's best friend, I'm sorry if I complain often, and from now on I won't complain anymore!”

Suddenly I wanted to scream in my heart. Wh why? Because today there is an announcement, that next week the Athletics match will begin, precisely on Sunday at the Bandung Pajajaran Stadium. I'm so happy, because I'm going to prove to everyone that I can! Could be CHAMPION!

I gave this information to Lyra, hoping she would motivate me.

At night I called him on the phone, but he heard a very heavy voice.

“Iya what is Goof?” ask him with a heavy tone.

“There is good news Ra, this afternoon my coach said, next week there is an Athletic match in Bandung, and I will follow it.”

“Good. Now you hear that success is when we don't waste time and start doing things sincerely, and when you have to be a robot, make yourself a sophisticated machine. Wet the gear with your sweat, you're the greatest Goof!”

I smile, “You are also the greatest Ra!.”

Sometimes I think that some people always think that everything is easy to fight for, because what looks is often not as heavy as it really is. From now on, I will appreciate every drop of sweat I put out while running, and I must believe that every drop will produce happiness in the future.

Time is still going on. Since I called Lyra that night, Lyra didn't go to school the next day, citing family permission, until now. Tomorrow I start fighting. Lyra is not like this. Something's stuck, but I don't know.

The next day, at exactly 08:30 my name was called, and several other rivals, to follow the 400m run. We started wearing match clothes. My heart was pounding, I just kept breathing deeply. I said in my heart, “Do not until my spirit is increasingly enslaved yesterday, defeated only because ‘My Fear is’ today, and do not let those two words make me squeak and end bitter.”

We began to step onto the field, the sound of people in the stands shouting at us. My heart just beats faster. As we all entered each track, the match organizers began shouting cue, “Drunners are willing... Ready..” after that heard the sound of the gun “Dorrrr....” runners began to run, including myself.

I try to run with this ability of the foot to step, as fast as possible, no matter what happens anyway I have to first get to the finish line, until in the end the finish line was only 10 meters away, but there was a rival next to me who started to precede me, suddenly I started to bully and close my eyes and began to wake the sleeping giant in my body. Until I finally got to the finish line.

I opened my eyes, dimly visible, everything was dark but over time, and my eyes were clearly catching something around me.

“Welcome you get Gold Medals Guf!”

It feels like a dream, but it's real! This is real! Everything I fought for was not in vain. In the end I was able to bag a gold medal while smiling proudly. “Lyra see thanks to your motivation, I can realize everything I want.” I said in my heart as I began to step into the classroom.

But in class I didn't see Lyra, I just saw a tearful Niken staring at me.

“Why you?” manya curious.

“You know it's not yet.”

“What news?”

Then Niken took me to a place that was no stranger to me. Tombs.

“You why take me to this place?”

However, Niken still did not answer my question, he just pulled my arm and began to sort out the road that was still made of muddy red earth because of the rain yesterday. Until he finally showed me something, he told me to read his name, RIP. SALYRA PRINCESS GAYATRI.

Tears flooded my cheeks, without me being able to hold it anymore. I'm crying! The friend who once encouraged me and encouraged me is gone, no one will always strengthen me when I fall, no one will give me a shoulder when I need it to lean on, there will be no more such tight embrace. Now everything is gone and gone without me preventing it. The next struggle might be a struggle that I don't need to tell anyone anymore.

If only I hadn't thought of myself, and I should have felt that my best friend had a malignant disease!

Regret does come last, now I can only look at Lyra's grave wishing her well there. Every day after training I always visit Lyra's grave and always bring her this MEDAL. For myfriends.

Finishes.

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