I recently ran across a video I'd seen a few weeks ago. It's a latvian dude freerunning across an urban landscape. There's something about it that seems so… alive. Dangerous as hell, and his body will be getting its revenge at him in a few years, but see? that's rationality and negativity talking. I wish I could do that. I wish I could leave all my cares behind and just run. Then reality sets in, and I realize that I'm desperately out of shape, afraid of heights and would probably kill myself at the best or end up quadraplegic at the worst. But still I dream.
