Here is a very old blog off of my myspace from 2007. So much fueled my writing then. It’s something I hope to never loose.
SpeedSpeed is a very interesting thing. For some it’s natural, but for me it’s not. I worked for it until it became a part of me. I eventually learned that there are two ways people run.
1. Some run towards the finish line.
2. Others, like me, run away and crash into it.
It’s why I can’t stnad running. No matter how hard I runaway from the begining I still end up where I started in the end.
Speed just happens now…
It’s that part of me that I can’t hold back.It’s that part of me that just flows. It’s the thing I crave for in that moment. I don’t have to think about it. There’s nothing for me to focus on. I just do it. I just let it flow….
No encouragment is needed.
No critisism can touch it.
No words can effect it.
Time and words don’t play a role in my desire for speed.
It just flows…
That’s the one thing I love about running.
It’s just me, speed, and that desire.
I run without looking back.
I always look forward. I look forward at where I started, which is where I must finish. It’s my only competition, and it catches me every single time…
The wall of reality hits me hard when I collide with that line, and there’s no more speed. There’s just me.
I hate the end just as much as I hate the begining. It means I have to stop running away. The end means I have to do it again, either now or later. Sooner or later I runaway again, with just me, speed, and that desire. I have to runaway again with all the scorn I have for it. I runaway again and pray that moment comes when I forget what I’m doing. I forget that I’m running away from that inevitable moment when the begining and the end collide, and I’m left alone with silence.
People have always tried to understand my speed. They always try and catch me. Maybe someday someone will catch me, and maybe someday I’ll stop running away. It hasn’t happened yet. It’ll be intresting to find out what will happen if they ever do occur. One thing I am sure is that I will always desire that moment of speed. The moment of forgetfullness. Speed will always just flow…..
Here we go again to run another race. If you could catch me I may forget to runaway. We can run in stride together, perhaps? But I need you to catch me first…
I dare you…catch me….
Catch me if you can….
As Humans, we are instinctive creatures.At our core, there are two essential elements-to love and to live.
Our cultural focus is so greatly placed on love, particularly with romance, that we forget to fully live our lives. Especially since the average person doesn’t really get what it means to love. If we understood the full depths of “I love you”, then a lot of things would be right in the world. Divorce wouldn’t be so high, and we would not feel the pressure of defining ourselves by our relationship status.
Yet, we bow to the ideals created in fairy tales and dreams.
Why can’t we embrace the other types of love in our life? The joys of hard work….the beauty of friendships…the assembly of words on a page….so many other things are lost to the White Knight of Happily Ever After.
Look at Romeo and Juliet. They could not live without love, so they did not live at all. Romantic, right? Wrong. They are dead. They wasted the greatest gift in the world and went against the essence of their humanity.
Don’t take me for a Prince-Slayer. I believe it is important to believe in romance and true love. The true love of commitment, sincerity, and vulnerability, that has you staring aimlessly into each others eyes when you are old and grey. Despite the effects of emotional porn we consume everyday, it is a terrible site of a creature who has given up totally on love. A difficult road to stray from. It’s a road I wouldn’t wish my worst enemy to travel.
I simply fear so many are missing out on experiencing all of the beautiful things that are meant for us. Our individual experiences can bring lives together in so many ways. The most beautiful can be romance. Feeding into our instinct to live can place our lives in the position it was meant to be. It can even place our hearts to unexpectedly find the love only a significant other can give.
You’ll will never know until you embrace the driving element of human nature. It doesn’t matter what your relational status is. Go live. We we’re all meant to live for more than mere existence.
The things I write about and post on Stained Glass Window deserve more conversations. Deeper conversations. The fan page is a place for the conversation to take place. Post what moves you, what makes you, and especially what helps you to escape.
This is going to be a great conversation!