Day 710--Thoughts in the Moonlight

I started three-minutes late this morning and went slow the whole time. I felt drowsy from going to bed too late the night before and worrying about my younger brother. We had been texting back and forth yesterday, and I just did not know how to be nice and true. He wanted me to read one of his poems, but the last time I read something of his he was so upset that I gave him feedback (feedback that took me a lot of time and effort to give). So, I tried to politely decline, but I remember being like Jacob at one time. I remember feeling everything all the time-- I was a bubble that was floating next to a garden of cactuses-- my bubble got burst enough that I stopped floating next to the cactuses. Maybe I am too timid now and my younger-self was too brash, but normally I think that I am just mature now, yet it is more than maturity--I know who I am and I don't love myself most days, but I accept myself. I think about my younger-self and wish I could tell him how to fix his problems, but I know he would not listen. However, is it my duty to try to tell him anyway? Or just let him learn from his own mistakes? I know my younger-self learned by reading. 

Teaching is like writing; to do is to fail, to fail well is to thrive.   

When I snapped out of my trance, I realized that my run was over, even the White Castle was open and cars were lining up at the drive-through.