It's a foggy feeling. I really could only describe it to the youngest of minds. Dreamers, with open hearts and knowledge that don't understand too much about politics or money or even religion, but know everything there is to know about living.
If you can follow this, and you are not a young mind, then you most likely are a young spirit. Cheers to that.
Anyways it's like running through a forest, dodging roots and leaves and bugs. Short breath, small smile, big goal: the tire swing. You make it there just to realize you can only swing for a short while.
You swing high, looking at the forest you conquered. Smelling the world and picturing yourself doing anything you figure peter pan or michael jordan could do. You soar over everything that you struggled to get past. You are free.
Then, it's time to go back through the forest and home again. You can't stay on the swing forever, no matter how badly you want to. You can feel it getting cold and hear your stomach growl and realize it only makes sense to go back.
You can't swing on a swing forever. There are times when you have to jump off the ride and start your journey back home.
Home, the place that brought you walking (or running) distance from the swing in the first place.
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