I feel constantly like I must be on my toes. It is hard for me to conform, as I can not stop and settle. The energy that pours into my feet to keep me running is immense.
My brain and my feet are not far apart from being the same ***** When in doubt or challenge, my feet pivot and establish a base. To stop is to give in to fear.
To stop is to be limited. The electricity in my body yearns to roar and conquer, eager to never again be sediment. I must always climb, claw, crawl, or even fly without wings.
Even when tired, or lost, the only way is forward. Even if forward is only relative to me, and others choose 359 degrees, I must choose to make progress.
If my feet betray me, and I can not progress, I will make progress somehow, someway,
But by no means can I stop.
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 6:54 PM UTC
I feel constantly like I must be on my toes. It is hard for me to conform, as I can not stop and settle. The energy that pours into my feet to keep me running is immense.
My brain and my feet are not far apart from being the same ***** When in doubt or challenge, my feet pivot and establish a base. To stop is to give in to fear.
To stop is to be limited. The electricity in my body yearns to roar and conquer, eager to never again be sediment. I must always climb, claw, crawl, or even fly without wings.
Even when tired, or lost, the only way is forward. Even if forward is only relative to me, and others choose 359 degrees, I must choose to make progress.
If my feet betray me, and I can not progress, I will make progress somehow, someway,
But by no means can I stop.