OFF THE RACK

I am going to try and explain something.

This may not be the best way to go about it, but it works.

It happened the other day.

You are in a store.

You see a shirt from an aisle away.

You can tell immediately that it has your name on it.

You pull it out, and it has your name on it in ALL CAPS.

You are about to walk away and head to the cash, but something catches your eye.

There is a shirt all by itself, about five back on the same rack.

You pull it out.

It was made for you, and you only.

What a find.

You put the first one back.

This one is equal to two.

It is like lots of things in life.

How something can be in front of you, but that is not it.

There is something else.

It is what is behind it.

It is what is hiding.

The unknown.

The unexpected.

The surprise.

The discovery.

The thrill.

I will be riding.

Trying to catch the person ahead of me.

Riding and riding.

But what I am not aware of is that the real competition is behind me.

The person who is doing exactly what I am doing, only to me.

‘Off the Rack’

Insert clothes hanger emoji here.

‘There is another way to ride.’

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