Self-motivation or self-consciousness??
I am never enthusiastic about growth. Not now. Especially and definitely not in the amount of mass accumulated in my body. While the younger me faded silently into the mist of the past, the reflection in the mirror is crackling up with the truth. Self-motivation? Sure. The treadmill becomes my new best friend as it pushes my limits to race back to lost youth.
I am never enthusiastic about growth. Not now. Especially and definitely not in the amount of mass accumulated in my body. While the younger me faded silently into the mist of the past, the reflection in the mirror is crackling up with the truth. Self-motivation? Sure. The treadmill becomes my new best friend as it pushes my limits to race back to lost youth.
faster… slower… catching my breathe…. faster…. slower…. slower…. and everything comes to a stop.
Slowly – I feel the lost slipping through my fingers….
Tomorrow, I’ll try again.
Tomorrow, I’ll try again.
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