Escapism

Leaving never feels as good as we imagine it would. We plan our escape for years, but once we've reached our destination - we're disappointed. The thrill is in the planning. When we are so completely absorbed in the thrill of getting away from it all, we do not stop to think that our escape is not as grand as we had once predicted. Because it seems that our past, our history, follows us no matter how far or fast we run. It is nestled into the back of our mind, attacking us once we feel like we've escaped everything we used to be. But I suppose there is no "used to be" when it comes to us, we are a mismanaged array of our past and our present and our future, all intertwined into this mess of a being we all try to desperately to escape. But the question is, is this even possible? Can we truly forget all that we've left behind? Our past haunts our present no matter our location, and believe it or not, that is why escaping never feels as good and as grand as we had hoped it would. But we do it anyway, escape our lives and escape ourselves in hopes of finding that peace of mind that we so desperately cling to. This does not make us pathetic, but rather hopeful that things will get better if we are some place else. Somewhere in the world that has no idea of who we are. Where our names have no past, no obstacles to overcome. I suppose this relates to our instinct of fight or flight. Either you fight your past, your choices and mistakes, or take flight. Soar the skies until you find somewhere your mind has created, somewhere that does not exist. I choose to fly.