The other day, my friends and I were on the tennis court, warming up before class. As per custom, we were to jog five rounds around the court before we could begin serving. Four of us were present that day. One of my friends and I began jogging at a light pace and eventually built up our momentum to a quicker, brisker pace.
Running feels good. It feels SO good. The comforting reassurance that for as long as you are running, there shall exist a perfectly sequenced balance between your Nike-bedecked foot and the solid thump of the ground against it, is a great source of solace to me. You feel your body bobbing up and down and sometimes, you don’t really know what to do with your hands, where they should go, what they’re supposed to do. You feel your legs actually DOING something, your nose and mouth synchronously gasping for a few snatches of air, your muscles ripening with pleasure at the notion of being used… It all feels great.
But what I probably love most about running is the fact that I’m USING something I possess to DO something liberating. I’ll square with you on this one, I’m just trying to fancy up a really simple concept. I think it’s pretty awesome to use something you’ve been given to perhaps, improvise on it? Strip it down to bare wood and then create something completely new from it? Whatever it is, the same principle applies.
We’ve all been give one life. That sort of scares me sometimes. I mean, it’s just ONE life. It’s almost like a video game where you’ve messed up all the way upto your last life and you suddenly wake up and realize that you have only one digital heart left.
It’s true that we were born to die; that, in truth, by living each day, we are actually slowly making our way up to our inevitable death. Sound boring and gruesome? Then, how about treating life as a gift box that you’re supposed to wrap up nice and neat and then decorate with pretty, flouncy floral ribbons and stuff, hm?
I think that’s what I’d like to do with my life. DECORATE it. Make it pretty. Make it something worthwhile to look at. There have been reams of articles and poetry written on the subject of doing something with one’s life. I hope this one ignites in someone, ANYONE, the will to do the same.
Go fetch yourself a ribbon.
Running feels good. It feels SO good. The comforting reassurance that for as long as you are running, there shall exist a perfectly sequenced balance between your Nike-bedecked foot and the solid thump of the ground against it, is a great source of solace to me. You feel your body bobbing up and down and sometimes, you don’t really know what to do with your hands, where they should go, what they’re supposed to do. You feel your legs actually DOING something, your nose and mouth synchronously gasping for a few snatches of air, your muscles ripening with pleasure at the notion of being used… It all feels great.
But what I probably love most about running is the fact that I’m USING something I possess to DO something liberating. I’ll square with you on this one, I’m just trying to fancy up a really simple concept. I think it’s pretty awesome to use something you’ve been given to perhaps, improvise on it? Strip it down to bare wood and then create something completely new from it? Whatever it is, the same principle applies.
We’ve all been give one life. That sort of scares me sometimes. I mean, it’s just ONE life. It’s almost like a video game where you’ve messed up all the way upto your last life and you suddenly wake up and realize that you have only one digital heart left.
It’s true that we were born to die; that, in truth, by living each day, we are actually slowly making our way up to our inevitable death. Sound boring and gruesome? Then, how about treating life as a gift box that you’re supposed to wrap up nice and neat and then decorate with pretty, flouncy floral ribbons and stuff, hm?
I think that’s what I’d like to do with my life. DECORATE it. Make it pretty. Make it something worthwhile to look at. There have been reams of articles and poetry written on the subject of doing something with one’s life. I hope this one ignites in someone, ANYONE, the will to do the same.
Go fetch yourself a ribbon.
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