Searching for Meaning in a World of Chaos
There is a place we should be searching but won’t because of the stigma behind looking there in today’s culture.
During a recent 24 Hour Run/Walk Race, in the middle of the night I began to run with a group of overly tired, zombie like people like myself. We had been running at this point for about sixteen hours by ourselves and still had another seven hours of running in the darkness, before we would see the sun rise for the last hour of the run.
We were all searching for some human companionship in our lonesome struggle to not give in to everything within us telling us it was okay to stop running. We had run far enough and we could stop.
The first person I ran with passed me and I was at such a low point, I wanted to ask her to run with me. Fortunately, she slowed and as I caught up, she begged me to run with her for a while.
The ultra-running community is a unique community in that nobody really cares who you voted for, what you believe or much else other than that you love running as much as they do.
