Escape
I do not envy you for you are restless. Are you running to escape from it all or are you merely trying to find yourself in the chase?
Your pursuit of running started years ago, but it wasn’t perfected until now. Your unspoken cues and your defiance were the early trainings to master your running.
I wonder, however, if you are running away from the hurt of the past or from the anger within, from disappointments in yourself or others.
Or is it that you are running away from memories we carved, some bitter, some sweet. Mostly, I’m afraid, it feels that you are running away from me.
You run too fast with your nimble legs, I can’t keep up. If you are trying to lose me in the chase, you already won.
When you were younger catching you was easy, you welcomed my open arms but now you run away with such fervor, you leave me in the dust.
Running is easy when you have a place to run to, but much harder without that choice. That choice was granted to you from an early age, a sinister convenience.
Running is exciting, endorphins rush in and euphoria sets in, but it’s in stillness that clarity comes in.
It’s in these moments when we imagine why happiness was not our destiny in the past. Why there was lack when there could have been abundance. Why there was loneliness when we needed community.
It’s also in these moments when we realize that although imperfect our lives, we have much to be grateful for and much to look forward to, and that running away from our problems is never the right answer.
