A Matter of Motion
Sometimes when I run it’s like a lot of the rest of the world is somehow gone. Drifting away like dreams forgotten the next day after waking you up puzzled just that past night. I can remember that there are things and pressures out there, but they don’t matter. Right now, they don’t matter at all. Just like the dream doesn’t matter the next day.
The dream does have meaning. Perhaps of some fear, desire, drive or love that you are coping with in your everyday waking life. But as far as getting up the next day and doing your thing, the dream is just a point in a direction and that day is due to unfold. Just like the rest of the world comes back, you can’t run from them forever. However right now, at this moment of motion, they don’t matter at all.
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