A story of my two school friends. I still remember them.
First, about the one who was smarter than me. He gave all the answers and scored better than me. All teachers praised him. However diligently I worked, he was always a step ahead of me. I woke up early to study hard, attended extra classes, but he always scored better than me. I was jealous of him.
Second, about the one who was fitter than me. I was good at sports, too. I still play sports, but he was better than me. He became the captain and the most liked athlete in the football game I played. I started practicing early morning to increase my stamina but I couldn’t beat him. I was jealous of him, too.
Today, when I called them after a long time, I came to know that my first friend who was excellent in studies is in depression after his father’s death. I was so sad to hear that. My second friend, who was excellent at sports, didn’t even try for any state-level games. I was shocked.