The wind hits me hard like bricks being thrown at me. Heavy and cold.
It wakes me up from this distorted reality I’ve created in my mind.
A reality in which the sky is gloomy and the weather is forever humid.
Uncomfortable and sweating I walk to the finish line each day.
Once I reach it, I am in bed waiting to start the next race.
When I go outside I feel the wind and it reminds me of a journey instead of a race and the ugly weather is simply just all in my head.
It’s actually beautiful if I stop hiding in bed.
It’s actually beautiful if I step outside and embrace the fall.
It’s actually beautiful when you get out of that routine and throw away that made-up world in your head.
The wind hits me hard, but it reminds me I can feel, I can feel because I am alive.
Life is just not this endless race. It’s a journey. You make stops and find something new each day.
You hit milestones, obstacles, and stages where you find yourself day by day.
Hoping you make it to 100.
Seeing the world change day by day, year by year.
Surrounded by a reality where you are never alone but instead in the company of those you love.
And although some may not understand you, they remind you of the wind that will play with your hair and push you into a reality you won’t want to ignore.
The wind hits me like bricks, cold and heavy.
The wind is the reality I’ve been ignoring for way too long.