Some things we can’t control or stop. They end up controlling us.
No matter how hard we try to fight them the air of uncertainty surrounding them draw us closer, and we’re trapped. We try not to think about them but they hang in the back of our minds as we go through life, like a sickening aftertaste we can’t wash off but still want to taste.
We dread their approach but we know it’s inevitable. Day after day we run around corners telling ourselves that we are not hiding, that it’s just life. Is life constant running from things we don’t want to face? Things we know would change our lives as we know them forever that we would rather not face.
Is this cowardice? I’d rather think of it as comfort in the certainty of the familiar.