Trying to Escape, Only to Not Escape

by Brianna

Instead of confronting my fears of sadness and agony, I tend to run away from them. Most of the time, well the in-between time, I can escape it. Though when I get tired of all the running, I sit back and watch it catch up to me. So I can never say I didn’t see something coming. The escape is always temporary.

My form of running is altering my state of mind with drugs to force myself not to have to face all realities of the world and to lift the burden that weighs so heavily on me. At least it would take me away from it.

I also tend to try to run away from all government of cials like the cops, probation, and the judge. When I run I feel like I regained the freedom and liberty that I was promised from birth.

I see a way out, but the only way to get out is if you stop running and stride toward the things you’re running from and pass them up. We run to a place where no one can nd us. No running doesn’t make your life better, but it does make us feel better. The constant pains, sadness, thoughts, depressions, and eagerness to move elsewhere in life cause us to run. Then as we watch the things we are running from approach us and we are held captive again, we wish we never ran and just faced the world in the rst place. Like I said everything in life, even your life itself, is only temporary.