Cheetah vs. Jeep and a Poem About Running

Have you ever been chased
by something that didn't want
to be caught but rather, as a goal,
only desired to keep you running?

1.25.2013 SEA



Today, just a small poem dedicated to the thing that keeps me running, keeps me looking over my shoulder, and the Powerful Override Program that reminds me that I can stop anytime, and it may just pass right through me, not destroy me.

Thank you, Divine Operating System, for knowing me well enough to know that even though I trust in You, I will probably never stop looking back, and may only slow to a jog.

Another way I see it in my head sometimes is more National Geographic than philosophical.  I am the cheetah.  I can run;  I am built for speed.  You, FEAR, are the Jeep that chases me to take pictures, to see how fast I can run, to admire my stride and match my speed.  My instincts don't realize that I can stop anytime, and I run until my heart explodes.  My body doesn't know how to not run on instinct, doesn't know how to stop racing a Jeep that is unfairly put at an advantage.  If I only use what I have to outrun something else, I will die, brokenhearted.