I have to let them go; as everything
For even if I grab onto them
and somehow manage to squeeze,
this thing I call I which probably isn’t
will someday be gone, no longer capable
of holding; and they, released,
will be beyond any of my efforts -
As if trying to hold ever did anything
except box their chance to move
A kind of stream of consciousness of some recent Zenso happenings and/or musings (documented for the hell of it). What I am exploring is like three things but the things don't matter, it's more about
A couple things you may or may not care to know about me or what I think is going on here: I've probably spent 10,000 plus hours inside a gym. So although I've evolved into more of an antigym spirit -
An intervalistic, philosophical underpinning of "RunWild": I want to urge you to wait, even if you think it's time to do your next sprint (or your next lift), to wait even longer, until you are easily
