I was never good at sports. I was always, too fat, too slow, too lazy or too embarrassed to run. On second thoughts, I am never good at anything.
From time immemorial, I’ve been like this as if I’m meant to be. Who chose what I get to become? Not me, of course.
Once, I’d tried without success, to run. I fell down. I tried to fly, they chopped my wings. No, it didn’t hurt. I didn’t even feel it, I was numb.
How do you forgive yourself for all the people you’ll never become? You’d never be the genius, the best-seller author, the world famous singer, the god-gfited artist…
Presently, I run as if there were you at the other end. I run, every day, away from myself, in search of me.
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© Tryst with mind- 08/09/2020