Baby got home .

Can you tell where my head was at ? To hell and back , just to find peace, as i love to refer to songs, since I'm a firm believer, that music can save us. And just like that , welcome back ,my dear readers . 

 

It feels like I haven't been running for a while and somehow I've run the best run in my life, today and found my way back to 74?

I had the time of my life out there . Finally , I'm back in my own lane .

 

Everyone loves a straight line , but nobody loves the curves or to be given lane 8 .Anyways, running lane 8 isn't that bad at the end , where you can't see anyone else clearly. Maybe that was the point . When you are in lane 8 , you stop comparing , You just run and run for your damn life. 

 

At the international school ,where I'm doing my internship these days ,my kids are all about that 67. I love that on them , having their own generational memes as if we didn't had any ? Let them be . And actually they remind me a lot of something simple . Life is laughter . Life is movement . Life is about dancing the heavy out of things with something silly .

 

Miss Mary found something more than a "67" . She found a way on coming back to 74, how more important it is on coming back on your "silly", even  . Every generation , every individual being can have their own private thing ; like me i have this now and i danced it all the way to show up again even if the road is messy . Oh! And it is so messy now as i procrastinated a lot about not wanting to run that lane 8 . Financially back , career wise like really back , health wise better, love life non existent , so that can not fall more back at least-haha. But i showed up .

I showed up when the sky didn't matter at all .

Who cared if the sky was black or yellow ?

I showed up when the sky felt low and holding me down . 

I showed up and  I didn't leave back where i escaped from . 

 

I know i run to feel something , but i stopped running away for a while and stayed on my lane and the comeback was private .Back in motion , back on 74 , staying on the lane was the thing that wasn't actually that bad . Showing up to realise that it is still my own lane , my own race , my own everything . Feels amazing , baby . 

Running that lane may lead to something beautiful. Pink skies and stuff . 

 

 

 

(I lied . I love the attention . I love to outperform you . I love it , 'cause i enjoy pain ,better than you .

But staying out of lane 8 , will make me the real loser and lane 8 , might actually include me to the Olympics and God , i love the Olympics ). 

 

*This wasn't about sports . 

 

 

Munich ,06/03/2026