I pull –hard- on the leash of life. More and more, the thing that drives me crazy about my dog, I do on a daily basis, and to the people closest to me. I might even be the human equivalent of that obnoxious dog its owners eventually give up and just stop taking on walks altogether. It’s an uncomfortable thing to recognize, and yet I still feel, mostly, unrepentant about it. I shouldn’t- If I had my way, I’d pull so hard I’d exhaust myself to injury, break the leash, and myself, and be left alone in the cold.
Still, sitting still has never sat well with me, this should be obvious to me since running is the thing that relaxes me. But the appetite for everything, its crippling me, slowly. Collapsing infrastructures that hold me in tact and bankrupting the caches of calm I’ve saved up for when I catch up with all these things I’m chasing.
What’s next? -Consume everything, fast, move on.
Find out. Look, see, do. Push forward, usually, running-sprinting- always to the next thing. and the thing after that.
Eyes fixed on the horizon-forever-on a leash that never slackens enough to take a real, deep breath or reckon myself to the resentment about the leash itself.
The last week’s photo challenge was “Curves.” I couldn’t stop thinking of the way the road bends just so- seductive and simple into the next stretch of road. It’s as addictive to me as the thing that waits around it.
What if I could learn to love the curve? Crave it and nothing more?
Because in a split second – its gone.
– Ayrton Senna