Mastodawn

One day, you’ll find yourself 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 and realize that all you’ve done is run.

Racing, competing, hustling alongside millions of 𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀.

But everything truly 𝘃𝗮𝗹𝘂𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲, 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 in life

Has never come from those obsessed with winning the race.

It comes from those who were simply lost in the love of what they were doing.

𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗯 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝘀,

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"I’m loving the experiment. I don’t want to calculate success or project outcomes. I’m just here, fully alive."

𝗢𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲, not knowing what lies within, but goes anyway.

Not to conquer it, but out of pure love for the unknown.

Because he wants to wander, to discover, to just be, not to succeed.

These are the ones who truly win.

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𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀, but 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲.

Strangely enough,

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚.

The ones who participate in the race, 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚.

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