I would fall asleep
Only in hopes of dreaming
That everything would be like it was before
But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting
They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor
Jogging with music is beautiful. You can’t hear the smack of your feet on the pavement or your harsh breathing. The world, constantly present and demanding, is held at bay, distant and hauntingly silent. It’s like you’re suspending in time, insulated in the music that surrounds you, pumping through your veins. You float along, leaving your past behind, finding meaning in the strain and lyrics.
This ‘counting the blessings’ and ‘enjoying each day’ thing is amazing. It reminds me to be thankful all the time. To take the time to look at all my accomplishments and pat myself on the back rather than beating myself up over the things I didn’t have the time for. Alhamdulillah. The first steps are always the hardest, but it gets easier with time, eh?