i am no longer running from something, but rather am running to something. some very big somethings. perspective has everything to do with how that run feels.
life is, according to marc maron, a series of beatings. some are light and mildly bruising. others are brutal and bloody. the purpose of life is to survive those beatings and come out stronger.
people certainly live without having the literal or figurative shit beaten out of them, but those people don't know how strong they can be when true strength is needed.
i've taken a fairly sound beating recently. of course most of the blows were self-inflicted. but i survived and am charging forward.