The service
We start to run. Curious about the journey, where it could take us, how it will feel. Each step builds momentum until the melodic rhythm takes over. How far can we go? How fast can we get there? The beat of our feet pounding against the ground fastens. Pain arises begging for us to look its way. What if we don’t? Observing our will to keep going… for what? We are no longer curious, we are addicted. Our commitment to excellence becomes purpose, giving us access to indescribable feelings. To feeling. To people who push our pace, carry our pace, set our pace. Creating the next boundary to be broken. Again, again, and again.It is in this process of becoming that we arrive at our destination.
The Religion
We step onto the field and the cloud we have been carrying around by string suddenly breaks free. We curiously watch it float up until it’s out of sight, wondering when it will return. Suddenly thunder strikes and we pay attention to its impact. Every drop of rain hitting our bodies, leaving dent after dent, rolling inch by inch down to our toes. Mixing with our salty sweat, leaving a trail of proof that what was once within has been released. Showing us that we too can begin again.That we are the vessel, in the process of becoming god.
Confession
Dissonance builds until ambiguity is no longer comforting. We choose to confront reality. The road ahead realized, each steep looming. But we are able to take each step. One after the other, intentionally. Creating a self that we are proud of. That is strong enough to withstand.It is only once we acknowledge where we are that we can decide where we are going.
