The name goes by Tika and you just spent 3 seconds of your life
What's buzzing you?
you know, the weird part of our story is the fact that:
but ey, I’m in the process of making peace with my past, and that also goes with a good bye wave to you.
I bid you adieu, and I wish you live happily ever after.
so this is how sprint feels like.
fast, and no time to think. you must know where you’re heading and at the same time you have to maintain your speed. not constant, but even faster each ticking second.
so this is how 4 months sprint feels like.
tired, worn out, you run as you wash your wet face with the palm of your hand. your palm is wet, too. but you don’t care. it feels like your pair of lungs have failed their function to exchange the gasses and you feel your body only filled with carbon dioxide.
and this is how 4 months sprint with a big mirror in front of you feels like.
you’re a half way there. the only thing that separates you from the finish line is another 4 months of sprinting. that, and suddenly without prior notice, a big mirror appears in front of you.
you’re shocked because the mirror reflects a portrait of an old woman. athletic? hell, no. she doesn’t even look energetic enough to smile. she doesn’t look alive. but hey, she wears that sprint jersey. high and proud.
you’re still shocked, so you’re gasping for air. just to wake up some lazy nerves in your brain. doesn’t work. you’re panicked but then santa comes to help you.
he offers you water. it seems like ordinary water, but when you take a gulp, you just know this is what you actually need. not only refreshing, but it also makes you feel more alive in each gulp you take.
after calming yourself down, you realize that you’ve been going too far. only then you realize that you’re not wearing any jersey and there’s no such thing as finish line. the only thing there beside you and santa was a jogging track.
you’ve been going too far and you’ve been changing too much. more or less to be a person you’re not really comfortable in.
so this is how sprint in life feels like.
and this is how I realize that I’ve been going too far, and I’m on my way back to where I was from. I don’t have to sprint. All I have to do is jog, breath in breath out. wave hello to strangers along the line. And enjoying every second of it.
oh and dearest santa, thank you very much for the drink. I’m sorry I drank it all up. when I look to your face, all I can see is tired eyes. thank you for sprinting with me. but, you’re right. both of us really need a time to take a rest and to enjoy life for a little while.
I wish we can meet again on the road’s end.
and maybe by then, it’s going to be my time to share drinks to you