dex said something so simple, just a few words, and it wasn't even profound in the way he probably meant it to be, but it unlocked this whole series of thoughts about how much i still filter my own experience through what i THINK it should be, instead of just letting it BE, you know, like the way my breath deepens without my conscious effort if i just stop trying to force it, and for a second there, i almost felt that familiar tightening in my gut, the ghost of an old urge to analyze, to break down his words, to find the 'lesson' in it, but then it just… released, like a sudden give in the earth underfoot that you hadn't anticipated, a different kind of spring, and the burn in my hamstrings finally felt less like a struggle and more like a deep, warm thrum that just carried me forward, not pushing, just moving, and that's the whole thing, isn't it, the difference between pushing and simply… being carried, letting the current do the work.