“One of the joys of being a dog is that they have no concept of the word “future.” Everything is right now, and if right now happens to be a warm floor and a full stomach, then life is good.”
― Jonathan Carroll, The Ghost in Love
I've found it! Somewhere on the third day, surrounded by hills, rice plantation and pouring tropical rain, I stumbled into a moment of what can only be described as a overwhelming feeling of gratitude. I've entered a space which I've only experience on a handful of times before. All of them, without fail, happened in the middle of nowhere on my bike or while off running somewhere.
It is more than just the thought or feeling of gratitude. It happens when you have nothing else to distract you. No traffic, people, technology or work. No deadlines and nothing else you can do anything about. You need to be in a place where, for all intended purpose, you are lost to the world at that particular moment in time. When all the everyday things fall away, gratitude it seems, is all that is left.
For all the small stuff I've overlooked on a daily basis back home. Gratitude, for all the people who went out their own way to support what could only be described as a moonshot. For the life I get to live back home, even if I do complain about it every now and again. For seemingly silly things in life like my Jack Russel, wondering if it was doing okay back home. For my subordinates and hoping they are having trouble free days. For friends and family who make the effort each day to follow one's progress. For sending messages before, during and after the race. For the local people next to the road, who struggle to feed themselves, and without thinking about it, offer some of their food and water to complete strangers running through their village. For being surrounded by individuals who looked at a description "250Km, 6 stage, self-assisted run", and entered anyway. For the pioneers who dream up these arenas, and make them a reality for others to play in.
It is so much work to find these moments in life, but they are so worth the trouble. It took nearly 4 years and countless hours of slogging to stumble into my most resent moment of this. But when the present is all there is, that is when gratitude shows up. Your only thoughts are about what is good about life, in that moment in time. It seems the complexity of our modern society kills the conditions needed for gratitude to incubate, when everything is just simple for a moment.
For life to have meaning, all you need are for these special moments to find you from time to time. A special moment, when you experiencing a day, hour or minute during something as strange as a desert run, when life is beautiful. It is all the explanation there should be for attempting it. For these special moments, you simply have no reason to be in the future yet. It is a feeling people run across deserts for.
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