My time on earth is finite.
All of ours is.
We don’t know when that proverbial clock stops ticking, but somewhere between this breath and the last one, I will have so many years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds.
At least, we can all hope.
What I really need is,
Space, to breathe, to move, to stare at trees and blue skies, to hope without fear, and love without limitations.
Tension, from discipline, from conditioning, from a hilly hike full of roots and rocks, from anticipation for the next great thing to happen.
Grit, to say the things that no one wants to say but need to be said, to hustle even on the days that feel pointless, to push myself the next 31.
Release, of the things that I cannot control, the situations that are not meant to hold me, the desire to turn around and instead keep those eyes locked forward.
I’ve only got so much time. I can’t make more of it.
I need to focus on using that time like every actual second can change the world.
❤








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