We Run, We Hide, We Explode

The cycle of escapism; it’s blissful and easy to tackle, like riding a tricycle without even bothering whether you will stumble or fall because there is a solid support. It may bring joy for a short period of time but one will never actually experience the pain of falling and won’t be able to really cycle on an archetypal bicycle. We were young that time, normally it is our dads that obliged their sons or daughters to take the wheel and climb onto that so-called pseudo fun looking bicycle and once we start falling, we wail and grunt and cry like a brat. There was not much of as escape when we haven’t surpassed adolescent without the slightest knowledge of rebellion. All in all, it was as a matter of fact a good thing due to the fact that we are actually facing reality and not finding any hole to escape from it. No vents were invented when we were 6 or 7 (I started cycling at that age, or was it earlier?) 

Afternoon sushi session with the close ones

What about now? We tend to escape from reality, all of us have the desire to do so no matter how much good we posses. There are times where we prefer to pretend that the problem does not even exist when in fact, is bigger than an actual person standing and stunted in front of our face. It does not make us any coward; we’re just fragile and paranoid to face any pain or agony that might come in our way. We turn to bad habits because they allow us to forget. Escaping gives us a pleasurable sensation that pushes problems out of our minds. However, they downfall of this solution is that it’s only temporary. Soon it will wear off and the problem will still remain static, often made worse by our self-indulgence. Once again, the cycle repeats only that this time, the after effect is snowballed. We feel pain each time we face reality so we dig out own gap or desperately find any leak just so that we can escape which only increases our pain. It feels impossible to get out once you are caught in the whirlpool of escapism. 

Ice-cream cake made by a close friend of mine on my birthday, and yes.. it's written as Ian. 

We explode, letting our emotions take control over us. We say hurtful things just to please ourselves and make us feel better not knowing that it carries an even worse effect to the people around us. You feel like quitting and giving up on every single thing just to make an ultimate gate-away from all that is hassling, but by the wrong intentions it will only bring more hurt, more pain and the problem still remains. Writing this because I myself enjoy escaping, however there is more that is than escaping; is to witness others’ escape and yet I can’t do anything about it.