The all-day hustle and bustle of life keep a person engage in its routine work. The meaning of life is forgotten by now and people are living their life miserably. Splendidly living your life is an extreme pleasure way that fills it with happiness and joy. Running keeps you fit and increase life span. "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" is a well-known proverb, one should take care of health alongside work. Running makes a person fit, it regulates the blood flow in the body. It has a never-ending benefit that keeps the body hydrated and sustained.
The desire for a healthy life is enjoyed by keeping yourself fit, running not only boost your stamina but also gives you mental and physical peace. It has been observed that people who run one hour daily are tension free and live more years. A person who loves to live and wants to enjoy life take good care of the body. The best suited time for running is dawn and dusk, at this time your mind is at rest and it gives you eternal peace. Running is a physical exercise and is highly recommended by doctors also, a normal person run one-hour minimum to stay healthy and fit. If you make a routine of running daily then your body starts to adapt to this change.
Running not only reduces your weight, improve up your energy, gives you mental and physical peace, but it also increases your life span. Running is a good exercise and people of every age does it regularly to stay fit.
What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on, and the fact that you know how to drive. You keep your eyes open, you see this damned-to-hell world you got born into, and you ask yourself, 'what life can i live that will let me breathe in & out and love somebody or something and not run off screaming into the woods?
Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither. we know not what comes next, or what follows after. thus, the most ordinary movement in the world, such as sitting down at a table and pulling the inkstand towards one, may agitate a thousand odd, disconnected fragments, now bright, now dim, hanging and bobbing and dipping and flaunting, like the underlinen of a family of fourteen on a line in a gale of wind.
To the young mind every thing is individual, stands by itself. By and by, it finds how to join two things and see in them one nature; then three, then three thousand; and so, tyrannized over by its own unifying instinct, it goes on tying things together, diminishing anomalies, discovering roots running under ground whereby contrary and remote things cohere and flower out from one stem.
There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on. Yet most people are stricken with fear. They fear failure so much that they fail. They are too conditioned, too used to being told what to do. It begins with the family, runs through school and goes into the business world.
Waves of hands, hesitations at street corners, someone dropping a cigarette into the gutter-all are stories. but which is the true story? that i do not know. hence i keep my phrases hung like clothes in a cupboard, waiting for some one to wear them. thus waiting, thus speculating, making this note and then an· other i do not cling to life. i shall be brushed like a bee from a sunflower. my philosophy, always accumulating, welling up moment by moment, runs like quicksilver a dozen ways at once.