It is soreness that i feel. The soreness that comes from making the thirty-mile round trip to Silver Strand, to swim and body surf in the Pacific. I do this on the bike, constantly pushing myself. I have yet to come to terms with slowing down and enjoying the ride. For it is enjoyable to seek out my limits.
While at the beach, i do meditation while the salt water is dried by the breeze and the warmth of the sun. Of all the grandiose epics life had to offer, they have become small to the simple, yet most difficulty task that i am to perform.
For i thought i had learnt what my breakage was to teach me, yet it is only as more time passes that i realize it is not a single lesson but an education that continues through time. Yet i am vague these days with words, simply because i know what i know and i do not really know any more. But still it is a beautiful life which only remains so, so long as i do not cling to anything worldly.