there is nothing quite like running.
i did 10k this morning, broke my own record.
as always thought alot during the runs, but along the way, the thoughts become a muddle
and every thought is focused on getting the next breath.
stinging sweat in your eyes, the sun blazing on your naked skin, wind whipping your hair about.
there's nothing to it, just you, your muscles and the open road.
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i was thinking about this, i ripped it off a friend's blog.
and i think it makes so much sense.
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Dear Future Me,
I am writing this is case you loose your way again. Read the above. Good. Now read it again. Better. Don't loose that conviction. Don't say you don't want it, don't give yourself a thousand reasons not to, there are a thousand reasons not to. So what? "Go after her. Fuck, don't sit there and wait for her to call..." Remember all that we have accomplised this morning. Remember what you wrote before, that you want the picture for the person in it, not just any picture. Remember, the worse that can happen is a bruised ego and a small heartbreak. Please, please don't forget. And after all that, remember that the person in the picture, is more important than the picture itself.
Yours sincerely,
Past Me.
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i don't know where it leads. i don't.
but most times, that is why you should take it.
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Maybe i know, somewhere,
deep in my soul, that love never lasts
we've got to find other ways
to make it alone, or keep a straight face
i've always lived like this,
keeping it comfortable, distant
up until now i've sworn to myself that i'm content
with loneliness
because none of it was ever worth the risk
well you, are, the only exception...
