This is going to be the most important thing you will ever know.
There is no point to your life, or even life, ever.
And that, is the most amazing thing that ever was or will be.
The greatest gift the universe has ever given anything is that it is indifferent. That there is no fate. That there is no point.
That means that every choice you make in your life, is yours.
That means that every step our species takes, is ours.
And that means that the only entities in charge of humanity's destiny, is us.
You and me. Together.
If we kill each other, that's our choice. If we destroy our planet, that is our choice.
There is no God, or god, or gods, watching over us, guiding us, helping us.
We are alone as a species, but we are together. We are a group of people, here, there, everywhere. And each and every one of us that was born, died, or lives, is just as important as any other.
We are humanity.
We are the future.
And we control our destiny, because destiny doesn't exist except for what we choose.
I'm smart; It's not a brag. It's just the way it is. I was born smart. People think I'm odd because I'm smart and I sometime have trouble connecting with people because I see further down the "road" than they do. And that became my identity. I thought I was king-shit and high on myself as a teenager. It was all about the intellect: my intellect. I was smarter than everyone and my friends were smarter than everyone.
That changed when I was 20 years old.
I was working at the zoo, and a down syndrome man asked me a question and I answered it, and then he told me something. It was something I didn't know, and hadn't even thought about. The idea didn't ever occur to me. It was bizarre and unusual, simple and amazing.
And at that moment, a guy with down syndrome had made me feel like an idiot.
I spent the next day or two thinking it over. He had destroyed my personal paradigm of life, had made me re-evaluate my way of thinking, attacked my identity by proxy.
And what I remember to this day is that he knew something I didn't.
I don't see myself as smart anymore, haven't since those days. It's been fourteen years since I talked to that man and now, I see myself as just one of many with a different skill set. And that's not a bad thing at all. I have my abilities, my skills, my talents, the same as anyone else does and I'm content with that.
You know, what I learned fourteen years ago is this: each of us has lived a different life, has seen different things, has experienced something in a different way. My point-of-view is just that, my point-of-view. There is a greater knowledge out there. A greater vision, a greater reality.
It took me until I was 20 years old to understand that, but since that day, a day I will never forget, it broke my view of life and I am grateful.
I do not know who that man with down syndrome was. I have never seen him again. And he does not know what effect he had on my life, but I wish I could thank him.
He changed it.
He changed it for the better.
And I hope that he can help change your life too.
5km a day, 4 days in a row. No quits. Just run.
It was damn hard, I’ll tell you what.
Day 3 was the most mentally taxing—I just. didn't. want. to. go. I knew that I'd regret it if I didn't. I created a more upbeat music list to run to, and focused on keeping my pace steady, and actually learned some things I'd not done before: running down the hills, I let my stride out a little longer, and I breathed more deeply, giving me a chance to use gravity better, and inundate my blood with more air—it worked! I shortened my steps going up hill to keep my pace steady and returned to normal breathing, which was two breaths in my mouth, and one long breath out my nose, in time with the beat to the music and my foot falls.
And Day 3 allowed me to break down a mental barrier. When it was over, I knew that day 4 would be easy, it was the last, and I'd gone that far, I could finish it.
A 5km run for a lot of people isn't much. For me, it wasn't really easy. I struggled a bit. And the daily routine was the ambitious part. But sometimes you just have to do something difficult. My reward was knowing I had pushed myself, and did it. I completed something hard, and got to feel really good about myself.
But I’m going to do it again. Why? Because I'm stronger now.
Maybe next time I'll do 3km a day, for 7 days in a row. That shouldn't be too ambitious, and maybe a little easier on my back.
But my ultimate goal this summer, is to run a non-stop 10km at some point.
That’s my goal. And it could take me until September to get there. And that’s ok.
Each of us has our own pace. Doesn’t mean you should quit, just stretch it out a bit to heal, and get your mind in the right spot to handle it.
Running is about you and your body, not about theirs.
Enjoy the pace.
K. R. Cox