Eventually, you have to realize that running can only lead you so far. No one gets to choose where they begin but that's what we're stuck with. We can't escape our histories, but we can let go of all the mysteries. When people see dandelions, "Some see a weed, some see a wish". Are we seeking an escape; because escapes inevitably lead to more and more escapes, or are we pursuing freedom? Freedom is a release, but escape is a drug. Constantly inhaling to feel alive again. Yet, here's another struggle we have to escape from. Where do we end up? Where we started, if not farther down. Stop running, let go and allow yourself to be pursued. Really, this is more for me than you. But if this applies, think about it. Freedom beats escape any day.