Escape

What a word. What a concept. The dictionary says “Escape” means to break loose, to bust free. Yeah, there are all kinds of ways to get the fuck out of this reality. What’s the opposite of escape? I don’t mean “arriving”, I mean being sucked deeper and deeper inside, so deep down that you almost bust through another side. There all kinds of ways to escape; you can dig a tunnel, you can die, or you can exit through your soul. There are legal ways of escape: alcoholism, entertainment, living vicariously through other people, and where you beat your heart in clemency. Yeah, everyone wants an escape. Of course, the truth is there is no escape. I mean let’s say that you managed to sneak out, then you have to run, and keep running. The life of running away ain’t no life at all. Better to stay put and face reality. Deal with what you have and make the best of it. The measure of a man is not where he lives but how…how he makes the best of it