Can you take it and run run run so far and for so long that you cannot remember why you began running in the first place? You just know that by running you are alive! You are doing it, nothing in that moment of the run is passive. You are active, engaged and running not away but toward something. What is that something who knows, maybe you will discover it on the road? How do you run in what way or technique? That is up to you entirely. Listen, when all the noise fades from the world and responsibility. Listen between the lines of street tracks and broken hearts. Find you the real you. Not the one society wants you to be, that your family thinks you are… YOU!
Go back find that wonder that curiosity. When life was a game and your friends playmates. It was just a joke of make believe and playing house. Play was fun and fun was play. Can you revive the cobwebs where joy once resided? Of course you can, but you can’t be so serious and you have to be open to destroying this perfect view of what your life is meant to be and see where the light is guiding you. Your way may be on track for tragedy. Why not let a force greater then you step in and take the wheel? For once in your life coast with your arms up and your hair blowing in the wind. Be free and know that you are safe and protected. What seems like risk is a journey unfolding to something magical.
I don’t question anymore. I just go go go. If I have the means and the way I open my eyes. I look at the world with interest. Discussing with myself in this setting what am I to do. I throw myself deeper into the sea. If I think too long I will drown. So I paddle and swim. I get tired and fear I cannot go on. That is when I flip on my back with eyes closed I backstroke in a flow that feels like a motorboat to shore. I grasp for earth with my toes and then I stand. I turn around in the dark of night and there I see friends waiting and calling for me. Worried that I had been caught by an undercurrent. I wasn’t caught by anything more than a pretty magical moment looking at the starts of night. Fear is always there but so is beauty.