My doctor had recently diagnosed me with “homicidal rage”, a new chapter in the ever-fun journey that is living with PTSD, and told me I had to find an outlet for my anger before it consumed me.
I want the world to have more room for people like me. The ones who don’t always get it right but they never give up. The ones who don’t always say the right thing but they say the real thing.
Sometimes you can’t fix a problem. I’ve spent maybe at least 10% of my life trying to fix problems that have no solution. A problem should be an arrow, not a stop sign.
See, the real freedom is in trusting, is in throwing our caution to the wind, is in embracing what we cannot plan or know or even understand, is in allowing ourselves to be vulnerable.
This is not a political post. Or a revolutionary one. Or a socialist one. Or a whatever. It’s just facts. Every year, the Forbes 400 of billionaires gets wealthier.
I thought of my current relationship, how beautiful it is because of how free it is. How special it is because of how equal our want for one another is. How lucky it is because of our contributing power to control it.
People like to feel needed. And I can no longer give them that.
Focusing on life happiness is too hard. That is the key to unhappiness.
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Running makes me feel grounded, safe.
But running also makes me feel wild.