I can do much more than run fast, you know. When I’m in “it”, when I’m running, I can feel everything. Or close to everything. And it makes me happy.
I once ran across the pacific in five seconds, being careless, the water droplets lifted so high after me. I felt like I could touch every single one of them.
There’s this little routine I do. Stretching my legs. Even though I don’t really need it; but it helps me prepare myself for the rush. Sometimes the happiness is that overwhelming. Running makes me happy. And the faster I run the happier I am.
Speed is joy. And it’s all I ever thought I wanted. Until I met you.
I slow down because of you.
And at the same time I keep stretching my legs… Preparing myself to be with you.
“As an atheist, I see nothing “wrong” in believing in a God. I don’t think there is a God, but belief in him does no harm. If it helps you in any way, then that’s fine with me. It’s when belief starts infringing on other people’s rights when it worries me. I would never deny your right to believe in a God. I would just rather you didn’t kill people who believe in a different God, say. Or stone someone to death because your rulebook says their sexuality is immoral. It’s strange that anyone who believes that an all-powerful all-knowing, omniscient power responsible for everything that happens, would also want to judge and punish people for what they are.”—Ricky Gervais: “Why I’m an Atheist” (via chubby-bunnies)