The story is always the same.
Always running from something, someone, some idea. Always thinking I’m not where I’m supposed to be, always in motion.Keep going, that’s all there is.
Run till you can’t think; till all your existence, all your being boils down to one foot in front of the other, one step and another and another; faster, faster, faster still.
It’s always the grass is greener on the other side. The other side? the other side of the world, the other side of a coin, the other side of your mind. The side where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts, except that it does. It hurts and so you’re on the run again.
You can run and run all you want but don’t forget that the world is circular and you can’t run from yourself forever. You are all magnitude and no direction and eventually the soles of your shoes will wear out and the soul of yourself will grow weary and you will be forced to face what you knew all along: you are who you are and that’s all there is.
You run so that you don’t have to be the one left behind, the one crying in the dirt, in the hallway, in the parking lot at midnight.
You run as if you could bend space and time and logic so that you could finally look at yourself and accept what you see.
You run trying to throw off the burden of responsibility, of making choices you’re not ready to make, of having to live on hope alone.
Maybe it’s time to stop, to find a way out of the caverns of your mind, to shake the dust off your feet and stand by the choices you’ve made. You have gone full circle and this is how it ends and how it begins.You let go of fear and anxiety and insecurity, you have to build your wings of stronger stuff than feathers and shreds of faith.This is the time in which you find yourself, when you stop running from consequences and choices, when you learn to stand strong. This is how you move on. This is how you live.