“The thoughts that occur to me while I’m running are like clouds in the sky. Clouds of all different sizes. They come and they go, while the sky remains the same as always. The clouds are mere guests in the sky that pass away and vanish, leaving behind the sky. It has substance and at the same time doesn’t. And we merely accept that vast expanse and drink it in.” —Haruki Murakami

The restless whirlpool of change

“Go faster, harder; be stronger, tougher,” — just some of the words I use as mental self-flagellation in those critical first five minutes pounding the pavements on my early morning runs.

At the same time, there’s another voice in my head asking why: “Why go faster? Why not slow down? When you slow down, you notice more — so go slow, take your time, pay attention…”. And so it goes on, the perpetual battle to find the right pace, to stay in motion while also remaining present.

Of course the very act of running necessarily requires you to propel your way forward. But I often wonder in the process of doing so why we feel so compelled, why indeed we feel this sense of urgency in life in general….

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