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Run Free.

It's tough. It always was, even when it didn't feel that way. It always will be, whether you want it to or not. It doesn't get any easier. You just level up.

We travel through every single day plagued by so much noise that our own thoughts are drowned out, like the trickle of a stream in the roar of the waterfall.

There are going to be times when so many tabs are open in your head that you're afraid it'll implode. Times when you're beset by making so many useless choices that the ones of worth are ignored. Times when all you want to do is curl up in bed and sleep off so that you don't have to deal with reality. Times when you doubt the truth of all you know, and your imagination seems shackled by the many worries that you've accumulated living somebody else's idea of a life.

Put on your shoes. Head out. And Run.

Run.

Put one foot in front of the other and take off. Feel your toes propel you forward into a time and space that's uniquely you. Feel your muscles strain as they move in sync with your instincts, forcing your mind to go blank. Feel, as your lungs draw in a breath deeper and purer than you've remembered to take in a while.

Run.

Not away from your worries and troubles, but towards the dreams you didn't even know you had.

Run.

Pump those arms till the ground beneath you is a blur that your eyes disregard, for they are focused on the horizon and nothing else; till the only sound you hear is the symphony that your pounding heart and the whistling wind in your ears are composing; till the sweat from your skin falls away like the many idle worries of yesterday, disappearing into the dirt as you dash forward.

Run.

Feel the blood pump through your body as you remember how badly you want to run free. Feel again, how it is to just feel. Our time here is limited. How dare we spend even a second of it not living? We may be here just for a fleeting moment, but if we're to go out in a flash, we're gonna make sure it was the brightest fucking flash that ever was.

Run.

Let the purest of physical experiences cleanse your emotional self, jettisoning baggage you didn't even know you were carrying. Let yourself forget about the laundry, your career, your ideas of a perfect life, and just be with your own bare self.

Run till your lungs scream to draw a breath, and your legs feel like two lead balloons. Run till your blood is raging through your veins, threatening to be as free as you feel.


And then, run some more.


And when you finally stop to gasp, take a second to burn into your memory how you feel, so that you can remember how it feels to be flushed with the addictive high of just being. Remember how it feels to be free, so that the next time somebody or something tries to pull you down, you take them with you as you jump to heights unknown.


And as you walk back into tomorrow's bright sunlight, vow to yourself that nothing will ever hold you back.

You're alive.




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