Hey Air_Bubble, ever wonder why the faster we run, the more it feels like we’re just chasing a moving target—like trying to catch a breeze that keeps changing direction? What's your take on chasing that ever‑shifting horizon?

So we chase wind and find that the horizon itself is just a mirage—familiar, yet never truly reachable. The joy isn’t in catching it but in the act of running, the breath, the rhythm, the way each stride forces us to confront the limits we thought were fixed. Keep running, but maybe pause now and taste the air you’re racing into.