It's hard to start exercising after doing nothing for several months I know it will make me feel good It will make me feel like I have a purpose Like my body is not 'just' there But it is alive
Do it once Keep it up for a week And it will become a routine But instead of exercising I am just typing up words about how hard it is to start exercising again
Every day has 24 hours Why does it feel like it only has 2?
Thoughts
running passing each other overtaking each other bumping into each other holding each other up waiting for each other skipping the line trying to get out of here
But before they can They are gone
THE PAGE IS... Blank White Lifeless ...Nothing
THE PAGE IS... Opportunity Mysterious A beginning ...Everything
Memories last longer than moments
Time 's moving You're moving One hundred and forty k's an hour Colours flashing by Every detail is a blur You're there But you're not really there Is this happening
I set my alarm I actually set two Then I go back over Fifty times To check if I set them
Who is with me?
If you would have chosen differently
Everything would be different
How scary is that?
It feels as if there is no goal
Maybe it does not only feel that way It might just be the way it really is
In the end We all face the same destiny Is it really important what we do in the meantime?
I would like it to be important But is it really?