Aida Zabidi
These are the days that you realize that nothing has changed. 

And yet everything has. 

You are still searching, the same quest that you started many years ago - a quest for answers that you do not know the questions to. Or perhaps you've already stopped, and just choose to do the things that you do in the same mindless way that you do, simply because it seems a lot easier than the emotional debate that you undergo. You question yourself at all times, continuously, as if asking the same question in a multitude of different ways would make that much of a difference. 

You realize that you can never truly leave your past behind, and that when you least expect it, it will come knocking back on your door. Will you flee these ghosts, come back from years past, bringing back memories that you never thought would cross your mind again? Or will you turn and face your ghosts, straight in the eye? 

You turn around at the knocking, adrenaline pumping through your veins, prepared for flight, in that familiar run that you have made again and again, through different tunnels of time, and different places, away from painful memories, repressed so deep down inside that everything seems to be fresh and new and bleeding from the juxtaposition of the past to your current state. 

"Run!" you whisper, preparing yourself. 

Nothing has changed. 
Nothing at all. 

And yet, you find yourself stopping mid-flight, turning around towards the door, towards the sound. 

Maybe perhaps it was time to stop running.

Maybe today.
1 Response
  1. People haven't found meaning in their lives, so they're running all the time for it.Once you start running it's hard to slow yourself down!


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