Rainwater ~ Wednesday, 16 October 2019

To run a marathon, a droplet of water floating in a river, either you float along in pace with the river and the other droplets, or the river rushes around you, too heavy to flow with the others, droplets bump into you, you continue onward, battered and bruised, cramping, demoralized, your faith in training collapses, you shuffle to the end, you finish, defeated, you look back, in hindsight, to hydrate earlier, a better pair of shoes would help your feet feel good, you hurt from waist to toes, but worst is your ego, battered, bruised and broken, you trained for seven months to fail in your one goal, to achieve total flow, maximum river pace, into the zone of zen, absolute harmony, maybe if you're lucky, next year, the year after, you will ride the current with the other droplets as one with the nameless wonder of the spirit, ecstatic, blissfully mysterious pure joy.