Easier to Run

It’s hard to comprehend how the fear of failure can be a straight chisel to ourselves to the point inertia is more likely our friend than moving to any direction.

Even when things are going just fine, the seven-headed monster tell some people that it’s not good enough, or that this isn’t the right moment for this and for that. When you get to realize, you’re at the bottom of the well and nobody can even hand you some help, you got down far enough to leave the real world and drown so deeply into yourself that you forgot how it is to have some help, you forgot how it is to trust, how t is to succeed.

You forgot the smell of flowers and now, you addicted to the smell of sludge… And apparently, that’s just fine.

How dirty someone’s head can be to simply hate the success or the run? How can somebody live by the anger or even apathy to things that used to love? Some would call it depression, some would try to help and not call it by any name, some people can just be indifferent to others and don’t bother to things like this. But the worst part is that some people who are inside the party, just don’t want any help.

It all started with some failure fear, started with the feeling of not being accepted or even with the fear of life itself.

Some would tell us that those many roads can’t lead to a place really cool as they say, or some would even fall by the choices, some people doesn’t want to choose, some people are affraid to take this or that road. Not everyone is a racer, not everyone feels life inside. Sometimes, Lady Death is watering the plants inside.

The prison you made for yourself is clearly the worst one, you won’t get out of it if you don’t want to, but fears are exaclty what are still keeping you inside. You drawn the line that kept you there and where’s the key? Where’s the pump of life that will save you from time? It can be hard on us sometimes you know? Time is ruthless, time is relentless, time is reckless just as you thought of yourself on the golden days.

Fear haunts everyone of us, some more, some less.

Find a way in some of the roads you can see and just start walking.
In this moment, the direction is less important than the movement itself, and when you find the real way:

Speed.

A lot of it.

Collect speed tickets from everywhere you pass through, don’t pay those bills, accumulate then, you can’t be arrested running faster than the wind.

Show to our friend Time this race isn’t his.

You may think you’re well-grounded were you are and this is the easiest way to live, but it isn’t.

It’s easier to run.

“You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.”

Johnny Cash

You could read this listening to “Hour to Live” by Skull Fist