Vida

You run. Convulsing and heaving. Inhale, exhale. Still running. You're not moving even an infinitesimal away from what's chivying. It's vexatious, enervating and debilitating. You try. You will never thrive. Unless you perish. That's the only available method. Only by the Almighty's volition though. Not yours. For that will lead you to another imminent run but an eternity as the limit. Sounds like an easy choice to surmise if ever asked. From experience, it's not.

You hide. You build a fortress. A solitude where you ensconce yourself from everything in hoping nothing can infiltrate or percolate. No luck. It finds a way to permeate any crack once found. Everything then crumbles. Back to square one. What now?

You fight. Gather all your might. Clench your fist. You strike. No avail. It doesn't even flinch. Another strike. It's now laughing. Everything's failing. What now? As stated prior, you can try to run again. Ask yourself, can my legs hold itself? How durable are my lungs? Will my heart beat itself out of my chest?

Am I strong enough?

You're not. Nobody is.

What is that you're running from? What is it that you're trying to hide from? What is it that you're trying to fight?

It's futile. Because it's Life.

Stop. Turn around. Embrace it. The more you run or hide or fight it, the uglier it gets. If you accept it, it will always take you to a place where whenever the sun lays its rays on your face, it's halcyon. The breeze as gentle as a newborn's touch. Even after Life takes you to a chaotic commotion of precipitation. Withal, you can even direct Life to where you want to and it will reach when it's time. All you have to do- all you can do is hold on to it. Have faith and keep the corners of your lips curved upwards.

I'm done.

Afan.