1 mile run gives me a fix. For what I had and what I will have. A neutral feeling. There exists a mixture of excitement and nervousness and anxiousness. Funny thing is, very little guilt. Why though? My perception on life? My philosophy on things? Is it fair and balanced however? What might happen if roles reversed? I can only be biased to my own conclusions and agree that things would be the same. But even I know not entirely. It is just a natural flowing groove in the continuous, seemingly never-ending river that is my life. And it will not end, as if all rivers flow into an ocean or pond of neutrality. There cannot be a brick wall ceasing the muscle carrying the momentous surge of water. Within this river of reality exists constraints and freedoms that glide between weather-made walls. These are boundaries one likely will not jump out of. And if that risk is taken, life will dry.
I fought my sickness.. My bug. It faded today as I shoveled raw and artificial nutrition down my gullet. I know someone who would find that last sentence funny...
So what will happen of this event?? Will it be reuniting of friends? I think so. Will it be a romantic start?