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Jul 2016
I find my calm not at the finish line, looking back at the distance I've traveled, but in the moment, on the run, out of breath, looking forward. I don't know where I'm going, and I guess I hope to God I never get thereβ€”I'm happy as I am: Chasing something eternal and ethereal. The world is notβ€”will never beβ€”enough for me and that's just the way I like it.
Written by
Tark Wain
546
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