The Chase
Not trying to catch it.
Just trying to feel alive in the chase —
heart in motion,
feet on fire,
breath borrowed from the wind.
It was never about the finish line.
It’s the rhythm of running,
the blur of becoming,
the way the shadows stretch and break
as the sun keeps pulling me forward.
Every mile toward the light
is a quiet reminder:
the journey is not a means —
it’s the meaning.
☻ … ☀︎
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