There’s a distinct impression that I am looking around while standing still. And the realization is not because I’ve been standing still, rather, that I’ve hit the ground running years ago and never stopped running until now. I wasn’t even aware of it until now that things are standing still. Now that I have realized it, I am looking around trying to figure out where I’ve actually run off to.
And why I was running so hard in the first place.
I’ve run past everything years ago that now I have the time to look around, I don’t know where to go or what to do. Do I run or do I walk? Do I go forward, sideways, stray from the path? Though I can never go backwards.
Things that seemed important before don’t seem to matter now. Things that I never minded before take up most of my mind. How does one determine what is important?
I don’t want to go running anymore. I don’t want to walk either. I want to fly.
The main obstacle now is trying to find the courage to fly.


