…We run without movement, without purpose, we sweat until it seems we’ve accomplished something. This goes on for years, from childhood until that golden age of adult when all that running and so little attaining clicks, clicks, clicks, then pauses—a long pause, like a failed mechanism—and we subtley walk away, slowly this time, unharmed; for others, it hits like a hammer coming down, a bullet, and they continue, sweating purposelessly, their entire lives. Funny, so many differences wrapped in similar skins, clothes, equally measured strides. When a real triumph—the trust of someone special, the warmth of two bodies–accidentally crashes into our stillness, our horizon-bound gaze cannot pause to see that the non-movement, the silence, the stillness is actually a built-in mechanism that was meant to hold us in one place long enough to love. We ignore this because it doesn’t click like a machine….
LOCATION: Buenos Aires, Argentina – The above was taken from a post I wrote on my bike blog.
