Running
I have a profound and sudden urge to run.
I need to leave. I need to get the fuck out of here. The walls feel like they close in, and if I don't leave, I'll stay here forever. Sell everything, leave everything. It doesn't matter. I don't need it.
A sense of urgency tells me it's time to go. Like I need leave now with what I have.
Where the fuck is this coming from.
I remember words from Dostoyevsky speaking about the human necessity to feel freedom.
So what happens when you feel like you're running out of options? What do you do when you have no choice, but to just...Bear it?
Realize you have the freedom to figure out HOW to bear it. How do you cope with living?
You just live.
Maybe the feeling to run can't be satiated with actually physically leaving. Maybe it's realizing the only prison that exists is the one that my mind is in. The one I imagined.
Whoops.
I'm not a tree. I can move.