
I have some aspirations and I try to set
For myself realistic goals and targets
Once I start working on my goals, I want to beat
The timeline I have set, I want to complete
My goals much ahead of the deadline
So that the goalpost I can redefine
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To achieve the goals I have defined for myself, I cannot wait
Getting to the finish line faster is the only outcome that seems to satiate
My competitive spirit, reaching a milestone earlier than expected
Gives me a high, on the other hand, being late leaves me dejected
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Some goals are easier than others to achieve
If a goal is related to something in which I wholeheartedly believe
I tend to reach it much faster, while the ones that need
A push on my part deadlines tend to exceed
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Slow and steady wins the race-myself I remind
But I cannot shake the sense of urgency from my mind
That growing up in a nation with limited resources I had imbibed
I am in a constant race with me, is how my behavior I would describe
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I so not set lofty goals, I keep them doable enough
Yet achieving every target in a timely manner is tough
I achieve some goals, on others some progress I make
Some get abandoned, in my stride such failures I take
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As the end of the year approaches, I’m trying to evaluate
Which goals I have reached, which goals require me to accelerate
My efforts, and which ones are best left to the side
My hands are full as the next steps I decide

Isn’t it strange that we know slow and steady wins the race, but we always try to outdo ourselves and race to our personal finish.
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Yes! We are so hardwired to be fast, even though we keep repeating the tale of the hare and the tortoise to our kids
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