Run
Sometimes we run.
Just run. And run.
Sometimes not fast enough
to escape our problems.
But sometimes we run
so fast
we forget to
slow down
and enjoy our gift.
The gift of breath.
The gift of freedom.
The gift of family.
The gift of love.
You don't always have to go full speed.
I promise.
slow
down.
You are running fast enough.
~ Shane Christopher
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