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Last time I checked, I wasn’t born to please anyone. Nobody is. It has cost me jobs and even relationships, but nothing make sense to me more than being far from people, building or riding trails deep in the hills. With all the madness, economic crashes, cost of living crisis and war – it is always the same thing, always has been, year after year. I take comfort in the dirt because in all this madness, I know one day it will claim me, even if nobody else did. In the end, I will return to it. And it is a perfect symphony, the thing that made me laugh as a kid, playing around in the dirt on bikes. That broke me, built me, taught me, freed me and where I escaped too when all the chaos of life was too much, will claim me again. But until that day the lessons of dirt continue; It doesn’t matter how slow you go, as long as you don’t stop. It doesn’t matter how far you go, as long as you go. It doesn’t matter how fast you go, as long as you understand quitting wont speed you up. That trophies aren’t earned on the day you win, they are earned in the hours nobody is watching.

So many forget what they did as a child that made hours pass as minutes. Not us. We’re the children that survived. Time is priceless, but the cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had. Time flies. That’s the bad news. The good news is you’re the pilot…

-from Berm-