it is so easy to romanticising and image of the runner. it is lively, energetic and ambitious – something that is moving forward, something that belongs to fighters and winners.
but what if the act is not about running ‘to’ but running ‘away’… so who is the actor? the coward or the loser?
how far the runner needs to run when the thing he/she wants to get rid of is his/herself?
another room? another side of the town? another part of the country or another half of the world?
can the runner really stop running? especially when life is not the movie on Hallmark channel and the lost and consolation do not resolve and appear between the commercial brakes.
now it is too exhausted… maybe somebody should help in ‘tripping up’.
our life can be a movie shown on the screen, be it reality, horror, drama or adventure. and the only thing that can make it a blockbuster is when we direct it ourselves.
the running won’t end because there is nowhere to go and the exhaustion is endless. the only other part that matters and where we should be is right within us.
as you learned to walk on life with complacent, there is no good reason to run. face your own self.