Run, run, run

I put on my running shoes and started to run, the news I heard made me want to run away from everything. Just run, run, run, that is all I could think about as I pounded the sidewalk, just run to get away from all the hurt and pain.

The tears are streaming down my face as I keep running, my vision is blurred because of the tears, I need to stop, but I don’t want to stop, I can’t stop thinking of how he hurt me and why he hurt me. My head says, keep running and I go for miles, one foot in front of the other as I try not to think of the pain.

I looked down and notice, my shoe laces have come undone. I stop to tie it and right there at my foot is a note. I want to get up and keep going, but I need an excuse to wipe away the tears, so I pick it up ‘

“Everybody isn’t your friend. Just because they hang around you and laugh with you doesn’t mean they’re for you. Just because they say they got your back doesn’t mean they won’t stab you in it. People pretend well. Jealousy sometimes doesn’t live far. So know your circle. At the end of the day, real situations, expose false people, so pay attention”.

The words held so much meaning to me. I began to wonder who it was going to and why. I put the note in my pocket and started to run again.

About my random musings

I am originally from South East Asia and I moved to the US about 15 years ago to follow my heart. My heart has since been broken a few times, but I continue to be on journey of trying to mend it. I could talk about running, baking or writing in a small crowd, but put me in a room full of strangers and I will be the one standing in a corner people watching. When I am not writing or running, I would be in my kitchen, flour strewn all over the kitchen counters, music playing in the background and me just rolling and folding dough, excited about what my creation will turn out to be. Besides that I love passionately, when I love, I give it my all, not always a good thing, but that is who I am. I jump both feet in and sometimes I come out with regrets but having learnt a lesson. I believe everything happens for a reason and this is my place to share bits and pieces of my life, my adventures and sometimes misadventures. Hope you enjoy reading my stories as much I enjoy sharing them with you.
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2 Responses to Run, run, run

  1. Karuna says:

    Powerful piece. And good advice.


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