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Challenge of the Month VIII
Running. You are (or your character is) running from something. Or running to something. Or maybe you just left the faucet running. The theme this month is running. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
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When I was young, I thought running was something you only do for sport. Now, in my 29 years old, I have learned there are different ways of running.

I started ‘running’ from logic when I dated my ex. He was relentless in pursuing me, and against my better judgement, I eventually gave in. It was a series of emotional abuse and bigotry that I was blinded to. For two years I was trapped in a toxic relationship.

My second ‘running’ is when I slipped into depression right after my graduation. I ‘ran’ from my responsibility as a young adult, who should’ve find a job and be the filial daughter. I still feel guilty until now when I think of those dark years when I could have done something more... Asking help, perhaps. Or talking to my parents, maybe. I didn’t do anything of the sort and let myself be seen as a lazy bum who holed herself up in her room doing nothing.

My third ‘running’ is when I finally decided that I had enough. I needed to get better, I told myself. First thing I did was finding a job. I wasn’t confident in pursuing a job that suited my major since I hadn’t been active and it could bring out questions of the gap years after graduation and the present that I wasn’t ready to answer. I finally settled a job as a Customer Service slash Admin slash Marketing in a company. When I received my first pay, I was happy. I felt good for earning money and be able to buy my own things. However, the working hours took a toll on me and I eventually resigned after working for 11 months there.

I am still ‘running’ until now, even if I wish I could have a better paying job so my family won’t live off of debts here and there. I try, every day, to not ‘run’ away leaving them but instead ‘run’ harder and faster so that I can help them. It is hard, to live as minimally as possible while around me my friends have settled down with high pay jobs and even married. But I tell myself over and over that this will soon pass and we can finally live a little more comfortably.

And maybe, someday we can go traveling like the old days.

We just have to keep 'running', no matter how exhausting it is.

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