I beat you, but did you?
We push to stand at the world’s edge,
to see it first, to touch it first, to claim it as ours.
But what is gained by being first?
When being second has a gift. We can share the moment with those who came before and those who will come after.
So I ask: what would you prefer?
The beauty of sharing, a living memory in the present, or the ache of being first, felt alone.
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