i crawl back into this city, leave my shoes at the door. i reconnect with the people that will help me keep a dream alive. i bear it's burden until another opportunity to unplug and escape shimmers through the trees. calling me to the hills where i train my body to be strong, to the desert where i teach my mind stamina, to communal gatherings of adventurers where we test our swiftness. it is a struggle that purifies and focuses my drive, a fire that sharpens and molds my body, a wind that cools and encourages my soul. this discipline is the tiny effect i may have on the change that so pervades life. to resist the unstoppable downward drifting of this stream until one day soon when I can sail back out to sea.