Posted by Tessa Cole on:
I live in Goleta, California (about ten minutes away from downtown Santa Barbara) in a house with five other people. Today I was having a conversation with my roommate, Lo, an Argentinian man with a wife and two children who also live in this house.
Lo told me about the Tarahumara or Raramuri Native Americans who live in Mexico and are known for barefoot long distance running. Running is something I have always felt is over-rated especially because it has a way of crunching my spine. But Lo said to me "I am always moving. You have to. You only have one life." And that struck me as being awfully true. What if there is no such thing as reincarnation? If there isn't, then what am I doing? I make 800 dollars a month and pray to be accepted for food stamps. I've got no boyfriend, no job leads and am barely making it. There are weeks where everyday feels like Groundhog Day. I may be alive but I'm not really living. What am I going to do, just wait around and see if there may be a next life and if there is, would I really want to give this another go? No. Not really. There's gotta be a way to still feel like I'm living even as a single, broke person.
I've decided since I'm a creative writer, I'm going to get creative and get things moving, even if that means running barefoot, I'll just run on the sand. So check in regularly to find out about the many things I will come across.