In 100 Words
Right before I ran, I confided to the sea. Something I picked-up from Che Guevarra’s Motorcycle Diaries. He says the sea gives the best advice. I stare at it late in the evening: ignoring the city lights, the dark horizon looms, an imposing emptiness. It’s beautiful, meaningful and mysterious as I imagine. I have the gift of time; it tells me. But I’ve been squandering so much time on worrying. Free yourself from the shackles of conventional thinking. Forget what you should. Run fast and strong, without demanding too much on yourself. Enjoy it. The sea will keep your secrets.
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