Absolutely All

When running, with skies blue and few thin low hanging clouds above, I like to get lost. Sometimes, maybe most times, I like to know where I'm going. The same cracks on old concrete moving me toward a common understood goal. But then there are days, other days, with a full pair of empty lungs and readied legs, that I just want to get fucking lost and enjoy every second of not knowing.

Life can be this run. And when it rains, you lift your arms and say, 'thank you for all the unexpected,' and then you keep running because either rain or shine, sleet or snow, that day will end, and in the end it's up to you to say what you did with all your days and how all of them, absolutely all, mattered.


-Remoy