The Race

I never wanted my life to be a race.  Life just seemed to happen that way.

I started out moving to get away from little things, to deal with them later.

Soon I found myself dodging larger obstacles and my pace began to quicken.

Before long, I am running from everything that has happened this year and I don't seem to have the time to look back.

I know everything will catch up with me very soon but I am afraid of what I will discover when I slow down.

I know can't keep up this pace much longer and I can't out run my life no matter how fast I believe I am.

I must stop...