I have spent most of my life running away, sometimes from a situation, person, an overwhelming emotion, or one of the many ghosts of my past. In some cases running away saved my life. Escaping an opportunity to become a child-bride at the age of 11, choosing to leave the Hare Krishna movement at 13 years old, or jumping out of a fast moving truck driven by drunk, aggressive teen boys, into a swampy field in the middle of the night.
Sometimes running is the smartest thing to do. It’s a coping mechanism, that at times, is vital to survival. It kept me alive, safe and sane, for the most part.