Day 18 – Mile #1

Mile #1 is the most psychologically challenging because the brain is arguing, with itself, on whether to keep going or to turn around and go home.  Once the first mile is over, the music takes hold and the body has somewhat acclimated to the weather. It’s usually fairly smooth sailing for the upcoming miles. 

Day 16 – Adapt and Overcome

We breathe oxygen because that’s what our planet gave us to survive on. It’s not the other way around - we weren’t given oxygen because we needed it. We evolved to breathe oxygen because that’s what was available.  So life on other planets might not breathe oxygen at all. They would have evolved to breathe... Continue Reading →

Day 15 – Bloody and Desensitized

We become desensitized to the tragedy. Nothing shocks us anymore. We’ve grown used to the murders and attacks of terror. In fact, we expect madness to come in swarms of destruction. There was a lot of blood. To be fair, there’s always a lot of blood on the floor when the deed is done. Lately,... Continue Reading →

Day 14 – Everyone’s Wrong

I likely could and quite probably should. Different context, same concept. Simple pretext, common content. They lie, we eat, we die, they feast.  If you thought I could move on, then you’re way more insane than I ever was.  If the vast majority does not agree then the masses around are wrong, you see?  I'm... Continue Reading →

Day 13 – Fantasies and Realities

We all have different dreams…and that’s the problem. We want different endgames and therefore can never truly get the fantasy we dream of. Because for dreams we need players, and each player has to perform exactly along the scripted lines. Otherwise, nothing is accomplished. The issue is that all players are real humans, and all... Continue Reading →

Day 12 – Connecting Through Darkness

Darkness is like an extra appendage extending from my forehead. Others can see its concrete manifestations through my actions and words. They know it haunts me. Just like an unwanted tumor, it isn’t easily removed. I can’t take this knife and slice it off, I can’t pay a doctor for a surgical saw. It’s a... Continue Reading →

Day 10 – Worms in My Fingers

Worms in my fingers with a silence bound to linger. Danger is the trigger for an ocean bound spinner. A novel of nothing drops hints about running. Subtle messages are coming from a gage of good hunting. We’re on different teams but part of the same dream. Everyday I lose more and more faith in... Continue Reading →

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