The lone wolf

Do you ever feel like a wild wolf, running through the chaos of a heavily wooded forest?

Branches seem to reach out and tug at your corse fur, anxious to slow your progression.

You glide through the mud, trying to escape.

Rocks seem to jut out and attack, as you pant breathlessly, running, running, running.

Always running.

But never with a pack.

Your path is not the packs, but because it is yours, you run it.

Alone.

You run.

Through the chaos.

Maybe someday your path will connect. Connect with a pack that runs just like you.

If you do, if you don't, you will always be running. Either way, it is who you are. A runner. In the chaos, from the chaos. Running.


-- Post From My iPhone