Movement

I keep thinking I'm doing something wrong. If life is movement, what am I doing standing in the same place? I know that inside me there is someone else, someone who wants to move, that must be why I like to run so much, I have the feeling that I'm fulfilling my role. I remember a teacher who once told me, we are alive and our job is to open doors, it's been a while since I stopped opening doors. I have to keep going. I have to go on. Getting out of place is the essence of life.