There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.

I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered.

It's a funny feeling, being suddenly airborne. Just as you realize it, it's over, and you're sinking.

talk was cheap and useless. Action was what mattered. And me, I was moving. Now, again, always.

Life's too short to worry about the little things. Enjoy what you have today, not what you might get tomorrow

Let's just start and see what happens.

Maybe, you just misplaced it, you know? It's been there. But you just haven't been looking in the right spot. Because lost means forever, it's gone. But misplaced... that means it's still around, somewhere. Just not where you thought.