One thing is now abundantly clear.
Nothing happens without momentum.
The good.
Or.
The bad.
It sneaks up quietly.
Pushing from behind.
And
Pulling us forward.
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I’ve never surfed.
Although I hear from friends.
It borders on the magical.
And although I have never shared these waves.
I understand the addiction.
To momentum.
The hard part.
Is accepting that so little of it.
Has to do with.
Speed.
Or power.
Rather.
It is the consistency.
That you notice.
Like the waves.
That come from behind.
And pull you forward.
———-
Kill the weekend. All of you. My friends.
G
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