Running at top speed downhill in the shoes that wore out last season. Kicking up dust and leaving behind a trail of all the what ifs and should haves. Letting the wind of momentum slice through and rip the past days to shreds.
Running at top speed downhill caring nothing about what will happen at the end. Following whims and hopes and dreams as if nothing could get in the way. Whirring by are the painted pictures of all the mistakes made along the way.
Running at top speed down hill none of that matters. Because in the running, there is freedom. In the freedom, there is life. In life, there is always a chance to start again.
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