The Quiet Art of Not Running !!!

There are parts of us that quietly run, not on feet, but in thought. Away from the hard questions, the heavy truths, the mirrors that reflect what we’d rather not see. We escape in silence, in distraction, in pretending to be fine. But the ache always finds a way back.

“You can cross oceans to avoid your pain, but the soul carries its own suitcase.”

Escapism is tender. It’s not weakness, it’s the longing to breathe without the weight. But freedom isn’t found in flight. It lives in the soft courage to stay. To sit with discomfort. To meet your fears as guests, not enemies.

Not all healing is loud. Sometimes, it’s just the choice to no longer turn away.

When you stop running, you start returning- to yourself… ~Latika Teotia