Running

People say that running clears one's mind. So I went for a run today. Did more than I usually did with 4.1km. The breeze of the wind runs through your hair, and the minimal mist touches your skin, running is truly a bliss. For that moment, I'd say it always seemed like I knew the solution to every issue that I'm facing. Whether if it was with regards to work, to studies, to anything else. I had it all under wraps. I'd like to think that for once I'm starting to set things right for myself, and that feelings are secondary when it comes to day to day activities.

I dunno how many times I must remind myself the quote that I live by:

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”

I wish I was more normal, I don't even know why I'm so weird.