Maybe it's not what we want, but it's was easiest right now. Sometimes that's what we choose, to run from what we really want because were scared. Scared of those feelings, of what will become of them. Scared of being hurt. Maybe not even that. Just being scared of accepting it, whatever it is, having to deal with it; allowing it to penetrate our minds, weakening us. It's enough to drive someone insane, so we don't let it. We run. We hide from the very thing we value most. Because it's easier this way. Easier to cut it out and pretend it's not there than to just accept it for what it is and what it might become.

Maybe it's not what we want, but it's was easiest right now. Sometimes that's what we choose, to run from what we really want because were scared. Scared of those feelings, of what will become of them. Scared of being hurt. Maybe not even that. Just being scared of accepting it, whatever it is, having to deal with it; allowing it to penetrate our minds, weakening us. It's enough to drive someone insane, so we don't let it. We run. We hide from the very thing we value most. Because it's easier this way. Easier to cut it out and pretend it's not there than to just accept it for what it is and what it might become.