Running on Recycled Air pelted by Rain

The sky was dark today, despite the slight raise of temperature. Water fell from all corners of this murky city. Being sensitive to my surroundings or perhaps just part of a universal punch line, my internal reflects the external. Why does this happen? Are we simply just looking for points of assimilation wherever we can see? Wherever we can feel? Today I felt it--
Today I realized I've been feeling it. And maybe tomorrow I will accept that I will continue to be feeling it.

Water; a staple to life, dimensionless, yet will strangle every empty corner beside boundary.
Today I tried to run from water. I wanted to run from life, find refuge in some make believe or a hope that time might run a little slower.

So, yes...it is too true. Today I ran from water but ended up running through it; the drops fell harder, faster, and stronger. Had I walked, my vision wouldn't have blurred form the rain, the drops would roll off carelessly and quite certainly with little trace left behind. Today running was facing them head on. Today the rain was stinging with a tone of truth and an afterthought of bitterness twinged with regret. Today running was staring at my feet to clear my vision because all I really wanted to see was stability. All I wanted to see were the marks I left in the mud. I wanted advancement by standing still and I wanted to stop time by running through it.

Today, running through life, was bounding into puddles of epiphany---What do you know? My feet got wet.

Today life soaked through my shoes, wrapped around my laces, and allowed me to think that I was sprinting out of it. It knew better but, then again, so did I. Now I'm left with wet shoes, statuettes of socks, cold feet, and wasted hours.

And I'll run again, because the thought of staring at my feet just gives me the opportunity to run into something

Not the Car but the Road-- a Commentary of Chance *Of Change

The vehicle of life is a tricky thing. Understated in fine tuned curves: it exists as both the box surrounding us, the road beneath us, and the journey we think we have mapped out. Our environment changes us by challenge and the uncanny ability of those anti-shock tires to adapt to a bumpy road or ease over speed bumps at our own pace. But i'm not interested in the vehicle now, maybe later...now i'm interested in the rules of the road.

The lines on the road of life, that guide us along the way, seem opaquely yellow but they lie dormant on the ourfault, excuse me, asphalt. Stagnant in the boarders that define them, we follow their rules. We don't dare to pass over that yellow line for fear that something lurks around the bend. The unknown danger of an oncoming car, an oncoming life, the bright lights of anticipation or warning.

I don't extend this analogy too far, by all means when operating an actual machine STAY INSIDE THE LINES. But when operating within the matrix of life, those yellow lines are not impossible obstacles that leave only conformity in their end result. No, those lines are quite beneath you. They guide almost to a fault where the driver knows exactly where to go, provided an appropriate vision, and really has no free space of chance.

Swerve over the road of life, crash into someone new, leave your mark on the world. Yes, chances are that you may be forgotten, violently erased in the fissure of time and memory, you might just lose who you think you are in the crash...but you might just find something better. If you don't like it, take it in for repair...you are greatly salvageable.

Don't mistake ever changing as continuous negation. View it instead as a plentitude of growth, revisted as needed by memory. Let the oncoming cars enlighten you, not only to their own journey but also to the faults/highlights within your own.

You'll find the greatest impacts come with high speeds and a bit of recklessness. Take a chance, hold your breath, and delight in the unpredictability of off-roading.