so, which persona do you fit in today?
The Runners from Banyak Films.
“Of course it was painful, and there were times when, emotionally, I just wanted to chuck it all. But pain seems to be a precondition for this kind of sport. If pain weren't involved, who in the world would ever go to the trouble of taking part in sports like the triathlon or the marathon, which demand such an investment of time and energy? It's precisely because of the pain, precisely because we want to overcome that pain, that we can get the feeling, through this process, of really being alive--or at least a partial sense of it. Your quality of experience is based not on standards such as time or ranking, but on finally awakening to an awareness of the fluidity within action itself.”
Murakami. H., What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
“If you don’t try to stop whatever is going on in your mind, but merely observe it,
eventually you’ll begin to feel a tremendous sense of relaxation,
a vast sense of openness within your mind which is in fact your natural mind,
the naturally unperturbed background against which various thoughts come and go.”
Rinpoche, Y
{random poetry #75}
*by Poindexter
•.•❤•.•
It was rather beautiful:
the way he put her insecurities to sleep.
the way he put her insecurities to sleep.
The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears
and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.
and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.
•.•❤•.•
I admit,
I was afraid
to love.
Not just love,
but to love her.
For she was a stunning
mystery. She carried things
deep inside her that no one
has yet to understand,
and I,
I was afraid to fail,
like the others.
She was the ocean
and i was just a boy
who loved the waves
but was completely
terrified to
swim.
•.•❤•.•
Know this and know it
more than you’ve ever
bothered to understand
anything before: I am,
as lonely as they come.
As empty as they make them.
There is a reason my liver
is filled with whiskey.
A cloaked rhyme to why my
lungs have fallen in love
with smoke.
I am lonely.
But I have come to the
conclusion that loneliness,
no matter how often it weighs
the soul, is sometimes,
a beautiful thing.
Poindexter, C.
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