Running

We find our selves running and running in no particular direction. The steady and rhythmic sound of shoes slapping the asphalt, remind us us of every blow. The world spins almost as if we were pushing it with our own feet against the road. Where are we going? A question I have asked repeatedly in my quarter century of life. Well for some of us we will just keep running. Most of us will walk through life along the paths in the woods or the concrete of sidewalks lining third avenue, while some of us will run the roads or down Frost’s trail that clearly diverged, none of us knowing where we are going, just racing to see who can get there faster. Well if it is the moments in life that we are supposed to enjoy then why run at all, why not just stop, quit, go on strike, anything but continue to push the earth along its next rotation. Well I don’t know if this is realistic or not, most likely the earth will continue to spin, and each of use will undoubtedly get up from whatever grassy field we stopped at to enjoy the sun of a cool autumn afternoon and continue on our way. Each step bringing us back to the pain of life. How many stops are we allotted, what is the ratio of good to bad moments that allow us to be happy, I have met those who are perpetually happy, for I am such a man, and the question is why, what happened to allow this to be, it is much easier to understand their opposites, those who are consistently depressed and angry. They are everywhere and tell all everything. They refuse to stop at all for fear that the stopping will be worse than their dreary march. Well I believe that each day we make our own fate, and that our decisions in life determine our own moments and that no mater how bad they can be they are your moments and you made them, so run along to the next field and find a new set of enjoyments and create your positive spirit that will allow you to walk unafraid along the road that you have chosen, who knows maybe we will bump into each other.