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Either we are running __rom_ what we fear or running __o_ what we fear. The former is a choice controlled by fear, the latter is an action inspired by it.

In the darkest forest, Where trees bled into the rivers and no light reached the ground. I saw the demon crawling behind me whispering everything I don't want to hear. I screamed and ran to escape it until I lost all my breath and fell on my knees. Until it laughed maniacally and whispered in my ear again "you cannot run from yourself".

How often have I painted a splendid picture of a journey marked by courageous ascents and daring desert crossings when all along all I__e really been doing is running?

Darkness always causes fear and chaos inside us. We are always scared of losing ourselves somewhere inside there. But some of us get so much used to it that we start feeling peaceful in there and we start spending more time in it. One weird thing about darkness is, we meet ourselves there. Who are very different from what we are. And once we start speaking with them we become addicted to that kind of conversations. We fall in love with the same thing that we tried to run away from out whole life.

Fear left unrestrained always leaves us running __rom_ something. Fear harnessed compels us to run __o_ something. And fear denied leaves us running in circles.

I spend a tremendous amount of time carefully choosing the roles I wish to play so that I can run from the role I was born to play. And if I keep on doing that, I will eventually set foot in my grave never having set foot on the stage.

We can certainly run from a lot of things. But when we eventually pull up exhausted and entirely out of breath, we are rather shocked to discover that we haven__ been able to create any distance between ourselves and what we__e been running from regardless of how fast we might have been running and how far we think we might have gotten.

Safety is not a destination that we reach for, rather it is a retreat that we escape to. And if our lives are marked by the incessant search for safety, we will live the whole of it going in reverse.

Have we ever thought that being lost is our destination?

Running_ is driven by panic. __estination_ is driven by thought. And while it__ terribly painful to admit, incessantly pretending that I do the latter doesn__ replace the fact that I__ constantly doing the former.

Listen to the sadness,the echoes in my mind,the place where I usually hide,but now I cannot find.Why had it happened?What had I done?Where was I going?Now I'm on the run.Hiding from the echoes,the pounding in my ears,the beatings getting louder,it isn't death, I fear!

Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and runing its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do-the only thing-is run.

The actuality that the heart does not want to feel, doesn't negate the certitude that it once felt and will still feel.

Run! Life's too short to walk. Unless you don't know where you're running to, then move very slowly.

I often wished that more people understood the invisible side of things. Even the people who seemed to understand, didn't really.

People who don't see you every day have a hard time understanding how on some days--good days--you can run three miles, but can barely walk across the parking lot on other days,' [my mom] said quietly.

Dancing with a spinal cord injury is a challenge like no other, but I aspired to prove to myself that I could still be phenomenal dancer even with an SCI

I had learned quickly that life doesn't always go the way I want it to, and that's okay. I still plod on.