Stop Running.

Ever since I was a kid, I can remember always running away from something.

It all started with me losing one of my flip flops while soaking my legs in a stream, it got stuck in the silt layer at the bottom of the stream, but I was too afraid of the water that I did not even try to retrieve it. The stream was really shallow, but that I realized later.

On my way back home, with my head held low, I met with a cousin who of course thought it funny to fill my head with images of me being whipped, if I went home with only one flip flop, what was I supposed to do?
My experiences with running commenced.

Nothing else made sense....

I went as far as my young legs would carry me, not that far, but yeah it gave my parents a scare because no one could locate me. Lack of speed-compensated with a very creative mind, hiding was super easy. Of course, at around midnight I couldn't bear the pangs of hunger anymore. My fear of being whipped became none existant, I mean I'd rather be whipped but have a full stomach.

Well, that was during my childhood days. Unfortunately, running from things did not stop as I grew up. It actually became my go-to solution, anytime I was in a so not comfortable situation. I mean life is full of a lot of uncomfortable situations and experiences; I was not warned of such happenings, and with my escape, things were about to get real and had to learn the hard way.

My habit was, instead of seeking solutions to arising problems I would act as if the problems were non-existent. With time things would get a bit better, but shortly after there always came that time when the problems would reoccur and I with my running away solution would take the ultimate route to escape taking any responsibility.
Until I could no longer run...

Problems kept on recurring. They were all around me, there was even nowhere to run to.

I had to grow a pair, and y' know, face the reality.

At first, it all seemed too complicated to actually get anything sorted out, thinking of all the things that I was supposed to take care of, all the things that I'd been knowingly postponing and now they couldn't be postponed any longer.

But with time I've learned how to break down tasks down into small manageable tasks. My brain too had to start the process of learning new strategies of dealing with things. After learning, comes the conditioning. I actually gain more pleasure from getting things done. Not that there is no pleasure in postponing things, but it cannot compare to the pleasure of getting something done.

As I did learn running while young, my brain has now learned taking responsibility, getting things done as they came, facing every situation with a straight face, chin held high.

Experience has taught me that there is nothing that I cannot overcome.

No matter how things might seem tough at the start, taking a break or simply changing my perspective, the load is now lighter, it's nothing that I can't conquer.