I've never considered myself talented. I know too well that I'm not. It's just, I seem to come to the right conclusions that tiny bit faster than my counterparts. I attribute it to my healthy habit of jogging.
Running sets the heart pumping with gusto. It speeds up the physiological engine. Some while ago, I realized that's not all there is to it. It was a happy revelation to find out that even brain processes quicken. Neural impulses literally bolt across synapses. The violent pace shakes up the whole internal system, and many times, I am jerked out of my sappy ruminations against my will. Not that I've had anything to regret, really.
So perhaps I could train on my speed; it MUST be the mechnical way to creativity and perceptual acumen. Otherwise, what would nerds rely on to achieve the quality of randomness that human beings so idolize? Sheer hardwork being already monopolized by the animals...
By storing momentum, I become more efficient in developing inspiration when the need arises. Which means I am literally able to summon inspiration in a snap. How about that.
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