Metamorphosis through running
You get up in the morning, go through the day in a routine like manner, terribly banal and one dimensional. That’s how it goes every single day. 'Going through the motions', some people call it. It feels sort of like the world is happening to you, and not the other way around as it should be. Before you know it you're a thin sheet of paper gliding over the streets and alleys of life, only to finally land and become 'scrapped litter off someone's shoe while they walk to the bus stop' kind of nuisance. But there's more to life than that, there has to be, right? For me, there's meaning in effort. The sensations coursing and flowing through my body and spirit after a hard, painful run is unparalleled. It's soul lifting. I feel like my entire system is being rebuilt. If life weighed me down and turned me into a soulless zombie, after I run and really push myself close to my limit, squeezing the determination gland to its fullest in the process, and then sit down on the green grass, catching my breath and looking emptily at the intersection close to home, I feel a bit more like an actual human being again. Life will not break me, I'll break it! Or live with it in peaceful harmony. Nothing is beyond my reach. New, fresh life juice fills me up and turns me from a one-dimensional, thin, hollow, almost after-birthian kind of by product, to a man that can hope, dream, aspire, conquer, challenge, argue, confront, support, love, comfort, explore, learn.
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Hope that not all walks of life are shit.
Dream big and let my mind run free.
Aspire to achieve self-fulfillment and satisfaction.
Conquer my fears, slowly but surely.
Challenge my belief system if need be.
Argue for the things I stand for.
Confront injustice.
Support loved ones and provide assistance to whomever requires it.
Love unconditionally. Love myself.
Comfort people in need.
Explore new places, new ideas.
Learn. Just learn as much as I can.
I am now a three dimensional person again.
Stasis is death. Always keep moving both physically and mentally. This is something I truly believe and try to live by. Run as fast as you can as often as you can. Surpass your limits. SHATTER them. And if life, with all of its hardships and challenges and frankly sometimes straight-up unbearable days where you just want to call it quits and say 'ok well that was nice but no one should live past childhood age because that’s the best part and nothing comes even close to the sense of total bliss and innocence of that bygone era, and nostalgia with all of its potency makes it even worse later on in life when you remember your first years as a living being and why the fuck do we even have consciousness in the first place that thing sucks and should not have happened and well yeah this is not what I signed up for and see you later', so if life does all this and turns you into a husk, you grab it by the throat and say 'I think I might go for a run'.
