My life has pretty much been planned for as long as I can remember. Family, education, occupation. Ask me and I can tell you in detail what I’ll be doing and the outcome. Seems pleasant, no? The thought that everything will fall in place exactly as planned. But in the end, it all boils down to what they have planned. You’re main objective is to just obey and execute orders. Sometimes I wonder whether its what I want or not. Whether they really know whats best for me instead of themselves. I’ve never believed that people have an innate ability to help others. Look at the all bastards around you and you’ll see how farfetced selflessness is.
I want to get away from it all. Pack my bags and move to some foreign destination leaving behind all the emotional baggage and responsibilities I have. ‘Runaway’, as you might call it. Take the cowards way and leave everything in the past. Running away however, takes more courage than staying. You’re more of a coward if you let yourself rot in something you hate.
