Running
Why do humans run? Not just running in a physical manner but running in a sense that we are always in a hurry, running out of something, or running away from something. Has it always been our nature to run? Is it wired in our DNA to run for survival or because it’s one of the easiest ways out.
I for one have been running. As a child, I only envisioned running as a physical activity. Running until my legs are too tired. Running and feeling the cool breeze touch my skin. As an adult I realized that running is more than what it literally means. Running has become my way of shutting the world out. It became my coping mechanism, my way out of uncomfortable situations, it has given me a slight peace of mind in this chaotic world. I run from my problems, from people I careless about, from almost anything that threatens me emotionally or physically. I run as far away as I could until I can find another safe haven. A place or time where I can pretend as if all is well and fine. I try to create this serene atmosphere where I can be someone new and forget what I have left behind. This new me I have created or at least try to be is someone I want to hold on to no matter how pretentious she might be. This persona offers deceitful satisfaction just like ecstasy.
But what no one told me about the truth in running is that it’s running in circles with no place to be. It’s constantly being haunted by things that scare me leaving myself crying ever so desperately. I wish I realized sooner the solution to my misery. I’ll only be at peace when I stop running instantly.