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Not All Who Wander Are Lost

I got home from work today and it was raining. Went for a run anyways. 7 miles in the rain. I was looking for something that wasn’t there but I think I found it anyways. Sometimes you do something a little difficult and it’s easy as hell. Magical, man. Something just pushing you the whole time. Helping you move forward. Figuratively and literally.

You don’t get over problems you just get better at dealing with them. It’s a part of who you are. If you forgot about the things that were hard how do you become stronger? You think about them and smile. You dare something like that to happen to you again. It’s fuel to the fire. A tree won’t reach heaven if its roots don’t reach hell. See the fire and attack it. Bite sized stuff. Take a little challenge everyday. Bury those roots a little further. Look directly in the fire’s eyes and inhale through your nose. Understand your challenge. Display no emotion. Your emotions are for special people who have earned that privilege.

Sometimes it all just falls into place. The universe conspires for those who deserve it. Keep hammering. Keep chopping away. You’re going to find yourself in a spot. It’s going to be raining and you’re not going to care. You’re going to take a deep inhale and that flutter is going to move through your body. You’re in it, man. Find this spot. Then you’re going to hear that perfect song. What a world. You can go outside and run 7 miles and hear fucking bops the whole time. It’s your shit brotha. You are part of the solution. The world is a better place because you fucked your demon up today. Fucker never stood a chance. Fuck him up tomorrow and the day after that and we got some momentum.

You’re a better person because you’re in it. In that space. When your buddy comes up to you and talks to you you’re totally present. He’s better because of that. He might learn something from your interaction. You might learn something from your interaction. You can’t be broken. Well you probably can but it’s going to take a fucking lot. You got this. It’s your shit brotha.

Went to the bar last night to watch game 6 of the finals. Had a cute waitress. She made a comment about my card and my buddy was hyping me up. He eventually got me to put my instagram on the bill. What a weird fucking move. Not doing that again. Live and learn. Hopefully next time I go there we have a different waitress hahaha.