Run.

So let us run.

Let us run until our feet can't seem to find the ground anymore. Let us run until we become the wind and with every binding moment, we keep our eyes steady so that we don't become tangled with anything that can hold us down. Let us run as if we cannot settle; like a layer of dust that sits upon every surface of a room that goes untouched for weeks.

Let us run.

Let us run like the planet were on fire and the only thing that could save us was the heavy chest that would accompany our marathon. Let us run for the simple fact that the air hitting our face can take every doubt that we have and throw it right out the window.

Let us run because running sets us free; because every fire inside of us needs to be satisfied.

Because there are uncertainties in this world with which we may not understand.

Because there are people out there who get less than they deserve and there are people who deserve less than they get.

Let us run and jump and skip because everything that we have is everything that we are. Because everything we represent becomes every lesson learned and every wound healed. Because everything less than me becomes everything more than you. Because every inch can be stretched into miles and miles of unbroken journeys.

Let us run.

Simply, let us run.

Edge of Desire

"... So a lot of you guys are going to head home and either receive texts in the dead of night or actually compose them- that are not going to be fully representative of how you feel for the rest of the day of the rest of your week. But you'll be reaching out, and if you're not reaching out, you'll have someone else reaching out to you. And your friends, and your brain, and your morals and your conscience have all trained you not to respond. But I'm going to go against the grain and I'm going to suggest that the next time you get a text from the one you love, the only person in the world that you love and can't talk to, that you respond, that you just write back. When they ask you if you're up, and you're up, and you love them, just write back 'yup, come over.' Because life is just too short to be playing the game. Because if you really want somebody, you'll figure it out later. Otherwise, you'll be laying in bed with a blackberry on your chest staring at it doing nothing for the rest of the night, hoping that it goes, 'bvvvvvvvvm, bvvvvvvvvm, bvvvvvvvm."


This video right here has changed a lot of things for me. First off, the first 1:15 of this is absolutely wonderful. Every sentence, every word right here has proven to be terribly relatable in some way. And he's right. With everything that he says and means, he's absolutely right.

If you listened to the whole video, you'll know that this is a live video of him, and that he vibes with every word that comes out of his mouth.

Who are we to know what tomorrow has in store for us? All we know is what is now: everything that is present and probably more of the past than we care to recall. We, as humans, are conditioned to love things that come into our lives and change our hearts. This video right here gives me every bit of hope that somewhere in my future, I'll feel the feeling inside of me when I can be changed again.

Yes, I've blogged before about this kind of thing, but honestly, if it keeps ringing true, why not keep writing about it?