We all have two lives. The second one starts when we realize we only have one.
I went on a run last night. When I started, there was a cloud cover over the entire sky, and there was a lot of chain lightening bolts shooting down. Maybe that should have been enough to deter me or at least make me pause to stop and think this over, but it didn’t. It began to lightly drizzle about a mile and a half in. By the time I got to mile 2, the deluge really began. It started pouring so heavy that I couldn’t see 50 feet in front of me. It somehow seemed to rain harder that last mile back to my house. It was so hot that day, that even being soaked to the skin with constant rain water didn’t make me feel cold or even chilled. It was actually a really invigorating feeling. Just through yourself through a curtain of rain, like a waterfall following you down the road.
I thought about things going on in my life and the decisions that are in front of me. They are hard ones. But they are mine alone to make. No one is going to come into my life and suddenly grant me clarity about what I have to do. To even look for that kind of way out, is to be a coward. When you start to strip away the layers of your choices, the things that certainly influence our decisions, you can finally focus on the task at hand. This task is all that matters, and there should be no strings attached to it, getting pulled by outside influences. Because then its not really your choice, it became someone else’s meddling. People look for easy ways out of things, and if no easy path presents itself, they do nothing. Status quo. That is what I thought about during my run, that wasn’t like any other run I have ever been on before.
