Experience Life

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The Goal

It feels good, usually. The cool breeze on my face as my feet touch the warm asphalt and spring effortlessly into the air. As if there were wings on my feet. I am a goddess, rhythmic breathing, stepping, pounding, sliding through the air. The sun beats on my face, chest, arms, back, heating me, pushing me. Under my feet, the crunch of the gravel as my feet own the road. Farther than yesterday, there is more in me today. I can make it to the end. I can do it. There is nothing between me and my goal but the cool air, the warm asphalt, and my steps, my breath. Then I am there, and it is behind me. I have reached it. And it's only the beginning.

Gratitude

There is nothing sweeter than the compassion of a stranger. Someone who can see the stress, the fatigue. Someone who has undoubtedly been there before. Delaying for a few moments so you can have a few moments. Who sacrifices their moments? Probably a mother. For a mother. To escape the monotony. To relax and be finished. Giving moments. When she gave me those moments, my heart was full.