collector’s notes
My life has comprised of a diversity of spectacularly exciting experiences, most of which have folded themselves in my memory gently as soft visual flashback. And as I’ve gotten older, I’ve noticed I have become somewhat of a collector in an attempt to hold on to the important parts (note here: draw some parallels between this and collecting items).
One summer my dad and I had decided to take up running. We lived right next to my middle school which had a nice fenced in circumference of the length equating approximately one track. Neither of us had ever exercised consistently before.
As the summer grew to a close, he was running 25 laps a day, perhaps nearing 30. He never skipped a day. “How are you doing that?” - I asked him.
“Well. Every day I run at least as much as I did the day before if not a little bit more.”
The only thing to fear is the loss of ambition.
There is no rehearsal to life, this is it.
Soften.
No one is coming to rescue you.
