we’re a generation brought up on some sport shoe commercials. some really fantastic ones. we applaud the good ones. talk about the bad ones. and on the whole let them influence us enough to buy a pair every 6-8 months.
and that’s not all, we believe what they tell us. they tell us the road is free. they tell us to leave the couch. they tell us that there’s rhythm in our footsteps. they tell us to run.
and so we run. with a certain flair. a certain ease - a bearing - that comes from years of practice. we run from one day into the next. totally absorbed in ourselves. (and of course the tunes that our ipods belt out)
and so we all run. from the day we are born. some of us just do it better than others. take this girl i know, she’s run after this one man all her life. ever since she was fifteen, actually. and the man in question, well he’d run after anything in a skirt. he still does. last i heard, he met this girl in thailand, who ran away with all his belongings from his hotel room. (there has to be a moral in there somewhere)
so we’re all running. sometimes around in circles. sometimes from our potential. in search of that perfect job. in search of that to-die-for man. in search of home. in search of what’s around the next corner.
little realizing that, sometimes it’s worth it to stop for a drink at a bar on this one.
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