An Everlasting muse

”I want to find this girl I know

I need to take her out

I set a snare in evening air, made of faith and hope and doubt…"

'The Everlasting Muse' by Belle and Sebastian plays in the background. 

As the lactic acid spreads around, the muscles start to hurt. The run feels like its been long. Then an old man, possibly in his 60’s, perhaps 70’s, passes by effortlessly. The ego has been hurt. No excuses, No hostages. Look straight ahead at the horizon and the sun beyond, a bright ball of orange. Now run, run like never before, run without stopping or looking back. run right towards the sun. The legs are in a rhythm now, they wouldn’t stop now. Its better that way for if they stop its going to be difficult to get them started again. No time to rest. But the urge to make a stop is overwhelming. Couple of glances behind and then a few more, to see if you can justify your achievement by finding out how far out you have run. Wait..that old man.. i have seen that face somewhere.. did i see him on the tv? competing in the olympics? I don’t think i can keep up with him. No wonder.  Resignation starts catching up slowly. Might be you are never going to touch that bright ball of glowing fire and walk away in blazing glory.  Enter the muse, the one that provides a purpose. She zips past in her run wear with earplugs plugged in, full of poise and a determined look on her face. The urge to catch up with her and understand her drive is overwhelming. Damn it. I have to catch up with her for that. The legs move faster, quicker. The pain from the lactic acid is forgotten soon. There is no doubt that i can catch up to her if i want to. Might not be today, but certainly if i train harder and get better at this..

"wait for her but don’t obsess.. she will go the other way..”. Belle and Sebastian continues.