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Lately, running has come up a lot in My Life as a theme. Not that I’m taking up the sport again but running as a means of escape — running as in Chasing a dream, a relationship, a goal, a way of Life.
Always Running. To something we want. Or away from something which is stalking us.
I have several thoughts about this phenomenon. Granted my experience is unique to a woman’s perspective — you’ll see why this is pertinent as you keep reading.
As little girls, we are taught a fun game of Boys Chase Girls. On the playground, if a boy ‘likes’ you — he will chase you madly around the monkey bars of all of recess. Keep in mind — he never ‘catches’ you. He always is just one or two steps behind you because The Game is The Chase. For both children. To shrieks of laughter.
Unfortunately, a version of this same scenario plays out if said child is a bully who is tormenting a victim. In this scene — only the bully does the laughing, however. But — The Game is on.
As we grow up — we are encouraged to Chase All. The. Things. which give us pleasure — which we desire. Life is a competition and whoever comes in second place is a loser.
Oddly enough — Human Nature and The Universe is perverse in their ability to set us straight.
