Story for Night Run - Daddy aren't you scared of what's in the dark? I am what's in the dark and I scare myself once in a while.

This is my temple. A place of light on the dark side. Everyone is welcome but few dare. There is no rabbi, and there are no writings on the wall. No gates to close and no gates to open. Service is at 180 bpm and if I weren't the only congregant you could get an odd look or two if you're not drenched in sweat. Prayer does not takes place in words but in thoughts. Deep thoughts with a lot of explicit language. Deep stuff that most people rather not discuss. While others pray, feast and sleep, I organize my thoughts while expelling all the toxic bullshit that so easily attaches itself when lacking awareness. Commonly referred to as life, but I call it burden. We call this process mindfulness - "a mental state achieved by focusing one's awareness on the present moment, while calmly acknowledging and accepting one's feelings, thoughts, and bodily sensations, used as a therapeutic technique." Basically taking ownership of your bullshit, while strengthening your soul, body and emotions. The gift given to the one who struggles at night, is the peace of day. The gift given to the one who suffers the cold of the night, is the warmth of the day. The gift for the lack of visibility at night, the clarity of day. It is an irony how well you can come to know yourself in the dark cold nights, while being completely oblivious to who you are in the warm bright days. Am I a climber if I can't run up on foot those same mountains? Do I know these streets if my feet don't touch them? Can I be anything if I haven't conquered myself? "The people who walk in darkness will see a great light; Those who live in a dark land, the light will shine on them." Isaiah 9:2