I'm Not Trying To Take More Of

Most Dreams Die A Slow Death. They're Conceived In A Moment Of Passion, With The Prospect Of Endless Possibility, But Often Languish And Are Not Pursued With The Same Heartfelt Intensity As When First Born. Slowly, Subtly, A Dream Becomes Elusive And Ephemeral. People Who've Lost Their Own Dreams Become Pessimists And Cynics. They Feel Like The Time And Devotion Spent On Chasing Their Dreams Were Wasted. The Emotional Scars Last Forever.

Somewhere Along The Line We Seem To Have Confused Comfort With Happiness.

Awakenings Are Always Terrifying As They Force You To Realize Your Past Has Been Lived In Confinement, The Most Disturbing Part Is When You Recognize That The Shackle Holding You Down Are Largely Once You Have Placed Upon Yourself, The Prison Is Self Constructed

Runners Are Competitive Folks. I Think Some Might Feel Slighted They Haven't Got More Recognition. I Think They Have A Point. In Running, You Won't Necessarily Get Noticed Just For Turning In Good Performances.

Don't Confuse Comfort With Happiness.