Found

It's easy to get lost. I don't mean in the sense of stranded in the wilderness and struggling for food so much as I mean in the sense of a man who has lost his bearings but is too proud to ask for directions, lost. Preoccupied with the stone and weight of living, distracted by daily monotony, lost.

A few days ago, I quit my (well paying) job that I really like. Rather than go to a higher paying job, I'm going to one that pays me nothing. Yes folks, I'm starting another company. And it scares the shit out of me. It also has me running around wondering if I'm saving enough money. And of course there are the other stresses in life: a sprained ligament in my back that's been preventing me from exercising, trying to do well in a marketing course I'm taking, a highly active social life and a very confusing love life - and one day you turn around and realize you're running that rat race as fast as you possibly can.

This evening, I met a friend for a spin class and found when I got there that he'd also invited a couple of girls that I know through training. We had an amazing workout and afterwards we all agreed to meet on Sunday for a run and brunch. I don't know what it was but it struck a chord with me.

A few years ago, I was on a Sunday club run and we ran past a group of church goers. One of the guys I was running with turned to the group and said: "this is church for us!" And he was right. There's something highly meditative and grounding about distance exercise. Especially - and this is the part I don't understand - when done in groups. And after each of these workouts, all those concerns that weighed so heavily before seem to lose their grip. Before you know it, you're on track again. In a sense, you're found.


Locke: I'm not lost any more.
Sun Kwon: How did you do that?
Locke: The same way anything lost gets found - I stopped looking.

~ TV Series: Lost