I've been running all my life.

I've been running all my life. We run into the chase after happiness on the path of life, often forgetting to enjoy the things we see. We try to go as slow as possible, to choose the best of the two roads that always appear in front of us. We walk slowly through the forests of joy to enjoy the peace of mind offered by them, we feel the scent of these bright moments, we look at these landscapes to keep them almost in need. We run as fast as we can when the joy of sadness takes our joy, feeding on the fruits of our lives that we try to guard. We run as fast as we can to the finish line in an attempt to get there, to receive a reward for it. We are participants in a marathon of up to a hundred years in which we try to rest when we believe we have obtained the hidden safety or when we realize that we are approaching this line of arrival, but we do not have a guaranteed victory. On the sidelines, we are encouraged by our loved ones or look around, but we are always running.

We see people running around to help their body feel the work that is needed for that line of arrival, to try to extend this way, keep the line of arrival as far as possible. We see clouds running in the sky under the wind, we see leaves that run through the autumn through the forests, discovering everything that has stayed away from them. And we are some leaves running through the wind to discover the things that were waiting for us, waiting to leave behind the tree that helped us to grow and discover everything. We see snowflakes running and gently laying on the ground, seeing the wind running these flakes, seeing the landscapes that run from the front of the eyes to let others. We see colors that run the spring to mark a new beginning. Nature is always running, it has 4 destinations that it always changes.

In a perfect connection with nature and the environment, our feelings run along the seasons to decide our fate at the table of thought.

We always run, everything around us runs alongside us. Some things remain behind, slowing down to find their own way, others end up in front of us to reach our goal, but what is our destination? What is that line of arrival that we are looking for, to which we are heading?

Although the final destination is uncertain, there are small branches of this tree around which we grow, branches that have an end. On these branches, people run to forget about the end of the race, run to an arrival line where their dear ones, friends and joy await to exceed their limits.