A quiet wave of depression momentarily settles when things come to an end. Like when film credits roll out, you're left with an empty space. This quiet wave of depression told me that without the meaning D. gives me and everything I do, all that running was just a sad waltz with the wind.
Running gives birth to new metaphors and we picked up so many in the finish line. 222 km to 2.22, this wedding path of ours, made us feel enlightened with our plans.
Next time around, in life's longer races, we just know we'll run even stronger.
And on to the next path.
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"How should I not be grateful to my whole life? -And so I tell myself my life." Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
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