running down the road, not thinking, not seeing, simply exhilarating in the sheer power of the moving as fast as your legs can take you. the world moves past in a blur in which trees, hedges, grass, flowers, sky – they all blur into a continuous vision of green with patches where other details are registered, and yet not seen.
the road becomes a sheet of grey, and the feet barely seem to touch the ground as one picks up speed; exerting oneself, pushing yourself to the limits. the sky seems to have disappeared: after all, it is not possible to look up and run.
in the far distance, the horizon can be seen as a merging point for the ground and the sky – a place that it actually seems possible to reach.
a break in the ground looms ahead, it becomes clearer in a couple of seconds of movement; it is a ditch. involuntarily the legs tighten, the muscles ready themselves; and it is cleared by a mighty leap.
for a few seconds, in the air, it seems like you can fly.
could you feel it ? feel the power and exhilaration that enters the body when you push yourself ? go to the limits ?
the beauty of imagination is that you can think and picturize something forever, and yet never apply this ability when it really counts. the most important things in life are so easily attained if you could but attach a little bit of imagination to it. one has to do both: imagine as well as realize.
whatever one says, nothing is as good as doing it.
that is what i have to do too. the monsters that keep entering me, will have to be exorcised in the only way i know. visualized and hence controlled. i can never destroy them, they are a part of me, but i will have to learn to accept them; and hence, ironically, stop fighting them.
i don't know how many of you understood that. maybe my soul will connect to yours with these words and you might. maybe all this will completely go over your head, and you will put it down to a crazy guy ranting away at his blog.
maybe thats all it is.