How does it feel to become a 100m sprinter? To get ready at the starting line, adjust yourself to the track, get your adrenalin going, and at the sound of the gunshot, you are flying, many steps away from the second runner, and little do you know that you will be breaking the record. How does it feel? Do you feel fast? Do you feel like you're flying? Do you know that you are fast? I wonder.
How does it feel to become a long jumper. As you run to gather momentum, before finally lifting both your legs up, and fly across the sandpit, making your furthest and utmost deepest dent on the sand, yet again creating history in the book of records. How does it feel to lift both legs up in the air? Is it as though you are flying for a second there as you suspend in the air? Isn't it scary? How do you feel to be able to do it?
How does it feel to become a high jumper? When they raise the bar to a height of 165cm, as you run to collect speed to push yourself off of the ground, your body bends at an angle so precisely that you land on the cushion without touching the bar. Do you feel light? Do you feel...pretty amazing? Imagine, 165cm - to be able to jump over me, literally, if only I stood in front of the bar, I wonder if anyone could still jump over. It's like a mind game, handing my life out to you to see if you could save me.
I wonder, as these are things that I can never do, but I wish I could. Thus, it is with much awe that I watch, by the sidelines, people do wonders every other day. And I wonder, just how are you feeling? Because I know I've got my fingers crossed for a miracle to happen before my eyes.
There's another thought that's been bothering me, of which I will share with you later.
For the time being,
I'll let you set the pace
Cos I'm not thinking straight
My head's spinning around
I can't see clear no more
What are you waiting for
- Love Me Like You Do
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