Lately I've been infatuated with the notion of running away. Not that I'd ever do it myself; I'm way too scared and nowhere near resourceful enough to pull anything like that off. But the idea of it is enthralling nonetheless. To uproot yourself - to start over - it would almost be too unfair. Getting a second chance, knowing everything that you already do about life, it would be completely unfair. It would be too akin to rebirth in that overstepping those boundaries and creating a new life for yourself would border on intelligent design.
It would be intelligent design by human hand, completely lacking in any scientific advancement whatsoever. The notion of running away is all of a sudden limitless, the closest to pure creation that I think I could ever feel.
It's strange how even when nothing's going wrong in life, the notion of running away is still so appealing. We spend so much time building lives, developing relationships and bonds that we'd surely be sad to leave behind. Yet if the opportunity arose to just uproot and plant ourselves far, far away, most of us would probably take it. That probably says something about how much we hold onto our regrets. It probably also says a lot about how many of us actually appreciate the variety of building blocks we're being offered to construct lives that our individual societies have already handed us blueprints to.
trust me when i say you're not the only one who's been thinking of that.
ReplyDeletei WISH i had the balls to do it. of course, i'd keep in touch with a handful of my closest friends and family, but yeah, i'd to be able to do it.