The Silence Of An Introspective Gaze

What you really see is what you feel when you experience an unforgettable moment at full intensity.

On Saturday I ran another half marathon. A lot of people, a charming atmosphere, and a rather difficult route to travel. Running is part of the challenge to find yourself, a benchmark of self-worth, a journey through an endless labyrinth of the human mind, but it is also an event of maximum depth and lucidity. Of course, it is a source of intense, controlled emotion. But it is also a source of unshared thought, through the vital substance, of an incredible emotion, Rejuvenescimento do Espírito, a form of matter that pumps oxygen into tired cells, acting chemically as strongly as dopamine.

During the run, when the sweat runs down your forehead and all over your body, when you are more focused than ever with every step, only then do you deepen into the attentive calm of meditation and inner peace: “All that I have I give to Silence”, representing a state of spirit framed in a real image, photographed as if with the function of detecting nerve discharge impulses. You must take into account the magnetic coupling of these states induced by the transformation of rectilinear-reciprocating motion in order to reduce the excess tension in the joints and produce limited warming of the body.

Really. The body heats up, acquires a different posture, has a different acceleration in a different direction. And when you exhale all the air from your lungs, in a constant rhythm, when all the nerves waste their time in a labyrinth of trials, only then do you eliminate all the annoyances, all the bad thoughts, all the worries. You become a barometer of calmness and reliability, calmer in the soul, more inclined to listen to your body, beyond the exponent of a positive power, Selemrhus Lutelfusios, seen as part of the action of spirit on matter. Because thought is matter, and the body is also matter, so one must pass through the other to ensure a continuously variable gap between tension and intensity.

Can you raise the value of a unique experience to the rank of “unforgettable memory”, offering a picture of your own spiritual path that not everyone has access to?

And even if you run faster, when your thoughts are accompanied by deep emotions, the heart still beats quietly, very quietly, quietly and equal to the magnitude of the intensity of the soul to expand its horizon in the mystical dimension of Sancristhas, a confirmation of detachment from banality, a personal path beyond the daily turmoil. Resolutely, from the impulse of an instinct of scope is born a heavy fierceness and an exaltation of good mood which, mixed together, have become destiny in a universe never beginning and without end, a kind of unhindered call to oneself, a free inclination to the rhythmic beauty of a revealed “intimacy”, something grand, divine.

The pleasure of feeling free. The heart beats by itself, beats rhythmically, gratefully, evenly and quietly. You are calmer, more relaxed, under the action of a dynamic force capable of making a point of view with the direction of movement that makes you feel that you would like to give more substance to the “frame”. A pleasant silence surrounds you right in the middle of the action, the calm seizes you more and more, you feel a deep inner peace. The whole body is stretched and relaxed, even if the muscles contract through a voluntary command.

Can you describe an emotion capable of generating an intact self-image, such that viewing it has a positive impact on your performance?

This is what tranquility means, to seek to discharge your energy through a sporting activity that prolongs the youth of the spirit, raising the value of a unique experience to the rank of “unforgettable memory”, offering an image of the world that not everyone has access to.

And look how they run, they don’t say anything to each other, they don’t look at each other except in the case of overtaking, rather they feel, they synchronize perfectly on the route “forward”, rejecting the state of relative rest. This silence, a pause of pure emotion, away from noise and speed, changing the course of the next step, becomes a means of concentrating on a stable and constant rhythm of running.

Can you create your own visual story when thoughts interpose between an activating event and the emotional consequences of the decision to travel long distances?

Whoever runs further with his mind, not just with his body, will glimpse the truth expressed by Alexandre Dumas in the novel “The Hand of Providence”:

“The only irrefutable lesson that experience gives you is that the soul, the intelligence, the passion, the genius, do not exist without the rest, without matter, without the body, without clothing. The crowd sees only what their eyes catch. And in vain we say: I don’t care what the crowd thinks ! The firmest convictions waver and grow restless when success does not confirm them. We all need this echo of thoughts to prove our viability by repeating it. So it is necessary to succeed, and not talent succeeds, but how you apply it. Not the soul, but the garment. The greatest diamond in the rough is a simple stone which the peasant crushes under his foot; but polish it and you can buy the key to the royal cabinets, or the queen’s apartment.”

So listen carefully. The thought of the runner, the force that triggers the impulse of energy, must be supported by a preferential mobilization in one direction, avoiding the demon of competition that terrorizes all professionals. I myself, driven by an energy located at the center of a resettable self-confidence, I who left a part of my soul every time on the mountain trails, I who always showed patience and tolerance towards the prevailing emotional spectrum, I promised so many times to seek release by running, in an oasis of peace with landscapes as if painted.

For this I had to avoid the tinge of morbid pride, which looks good in contrast to the weakness of losing hope in my own powers, when the echo of thoughts was shyly hidden in the dignified control of muscular fever. In my case, the diamond, the precious stone that has always characterized me, the powerful conductor of energy that invited me so many times to introspection and self-observation, was the talent to put my thoughts in order, to understand the concrete situation down to its last implications.

Leadership cannot be separated from the vision according to which: “what you really see is what you feel when you experience an unforgettable moment at maximum intensity”.

The Silence Of An Introspective Gaze captures the moment when you become equal to yourself, beyond the magnitude of the event you are taking part in. He who does not know what is happening within himself is a stranger to any vision, just as he is a stranger to the world who does not know the beings that are found in it.