takes less

I used to run a lot more than I do now— and I mean mentally. Some days I’d sprint in one direction just so I could put my current fight as far behind me as possible. Then the next day I’d run a different direction, in hopes that I could pick up my past and figure out where something went wrong. All of this running left me lost. The kind of lost where you’re out of breath, and scared. It’s a big world so to be physically lost is unsettling, however to end up feeling as though my mind was adrift became a weighty thing to carry. I did catch my breath, finally. It was there where I began understanding that it’s not moving faster that turns the present into the past. Rather, the most successful way to progress is remembering that this journey takes less figuring and way more accepting.