i heard the footsteps of millions of people running. one after the other, a silent yet ferocious thumping of feet- some colliding and collapsing into one another. it felt like a tornado. i’ve been lost in its grey haze for years. it’s easy to lose your way amongst the clouds and bustle of winds, the flickering of lights and dust that fills your lungs quicker than cigarette smoke. it seems effortless to keep running, to see things clearly. to breathe as if your lungs could steal the cleanest of air. but soon your feet get tired and your eyes start to spill enough water to fill a lake, your cough becomes so loud and it feels like dirt has been glued to your lungs. time flies through your fingers and soon you begin to question what we’re all running towards. maybe through our untamed steps we believe that once we arrive to that final destination, we think life will rain lasting happiness and peace onto us. that the earth will offer her cup of freedom and love for all of us to drink once we get there. but with each stride it becomes clearer and clearer that we’re all in this rat race together. running from one point to another. clenching onto a painted image in our minds of what life will be if we finally get to this point, if we arrive here and accomplish this or that. what a beautiful lesson to learn that it’s already right here and now... to see our world running with tired feet and lungs desperate for the time to take one slow, long breath- how did we get here? what is the rush? an endless reminder to myself and whoever reads this- where we are right now is enough. this cup of freedom and peace is one waiting to be sipped if we slow down enough to drink it and open our eyes to see it.