I watch him struggle with bandage and wounds, the eyes are tired: I cannot take anymore he is saying inside a brave smile. The words are few, even shallow as we swallow the real words ; we have been here before. The quiet is familiar, almost like home. Weird. That I should feel at home in this. This place that breaks all else. Please do not ask me how I know the next moment will be brilliant. That this is the limit – we can race, or slow down. There is choice, Life or death. I choose Life. The stillness, calms. There are things to ask, seek ; there are things I do not know. I can race on, or switch gear…. beyond this is the next mile. There there is no faking it.
And so you touch this limit, something happens and you suddenly can go a little bit further. With your mind power, your determination, your instinct, and the experience as well, you can fly very high and dance to the music of life.
- Push the Limits (forwardwalking.com)
- ‘Life at the Limit’: A Tribute (Short) to the “Late Great” Ayrton Senna (grandprixchampion.wordpress.com)
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