Run

I’m always running. Running to everything, from everything. But that doesn’t mean, I am one step in front of everyone. In fact, I missed so many things. I didn’t realize, until now, until I feel suffocated and trapped.

It’s not about what people think. It’s not about who is doing better. It’s not about how people turn their head to look for a moment at me. I wish I should’ve know it when I was younger than now, that I never be special in this world.

And that’s okay.

I am busy to keep up with this world. Then why I force the world to keep up with me? What am I looking for? I can filling myself. I am better than I am before. And that’s all I need, finally.

Yes, what people told me, their perspective, what they think it’s not enough, could possibly consume me. My job is one, being enough for myself. Why bother to defense myself from them, while I am the one who take care of myself?

I respect the opinion, criticism, perspective, because I want to evaluate myself for a better future of myself. Not for being the person that people wanted me to be. So I believe, that is my responsibility, to handle it.

Then, I keep running. I do walk. I do drink my juice while sit. I do take a nap before taking my step again. But the different, I don’t want to miss things like before. The world is temporary, and that’s the beauty of it.