As the car sped down the ramp I was overcome with a feeling of guilty expectation. Heart pounding, eyes wide open and mouth a gape, I witnessed absolute triumph over my derisory competition. As if the race was rigged, my conquest was certain and like an expensive cologne, it covered me in aromas of success for all to smell. I had just won my first pinewood derby race for the Boy Scouts of America at 9-years of age. It was at this moment, there standing triumphantly with my prized car in hand, I learned how it felt to win...

Although there are many people in this world that chase this sensation, I have since learned that winning is not everything. I have witnessed over my years a side to life that is not based on competition or struggle but beauty and inner peace; a glorious spiritual journey to truth... and this is the best feeling of all.


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