Quite A Run

Put on your tee. Ready, get set, go.


Sounds like a race?

What if we took the elements of focus and some goal,

then place it with a start to finish?


Let's say,

a passion, a desire or a hunger is the source.


As you take off,

the distance to a far-end draws close.


It does feel like a rounded track sometimes,

passing by old views which question your steps taken and the direction you took.


Am I done yet?

Have I reached?

Is this the second round?


It's all in how you choose to experience the journey.


What if the start has always been in those consecutive steps you are taking,

and not actually a fixed mark you were conditioned to believe?


You have reclaimed that race as yours.


Now,

un-see the race to just an activity of a run,

or even, just an expression.


How do you feel?

How are you responding to seeing the same view twice?



Recent Posts

See All

Followed, Following

Yes, we all have been sad, to the extent of sadness. It is a supposed adjective, till we take her as friend. She lifts us away, than up. She reaches to the fires, just like the waters; submerged. It i

Knowing You Once More

Do I know you? Have we actually met? I might have seen you, somewhere and sometime. A running man, a fleeting you. It seems close, yet severed from recollection. But, I know you, just, not you. Do you

Home, Is That You

Could I ever escape the wilderness? Land after lands, Water over waters. The forest calls me. And, most times it haunts. What I breathe, turns to time. When I move, it is friction. Home is a vast how.

© 2021 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO  雅  Y A  ( INNTYA )