Reflections from a recent moment when I couldn’t discern the difference between running away from something, and running towards something else. It felt like death either way I chose to go…which was the point.
What am I running away from?
Or am I running towards?
Outside they look the same.
Inside it feels like life and death.
Am I looking back, regretful of choosing that which I am not?
Or am I looking forward, needing to become that which I am?
In either case, there is death.
Death of who we truly are.
Or death of who we were never meant to become.
It is death either way.
Choose which death you wish to live.
Death of that which you are.
Or death of that which you’ve become.