Hi, Escape.
It’s only been about 30 seconds since we last interacted, and I’m quite upset with myself.
Escape, you were there during my darkest times, and I am eternally thankful that you were one of the reasons why I was able to push forward. You were the glowing stars behind the trees on a sunny day. You’ve kept me sane for as long as I can remember.
There was a moment when life was extra bright, and you were almost nonexistent. It makes me wonder if it was the sanity I was feeling back then or if I was merely living another fictitious tale that I became addicted to because it was the only light I saw at the time.
Either way, you came back. Life lost its spark again, and you came charging in with extra ammunition.
But, I’m tired. I no longer want to focus on your world, Escape.
We need reality.
Not the ones where our knights in shining armor may not come in devilishly handsome princes riding on horses coming to our rescue.
The reality we need is a drop-dead gorgeous woman wearing comfortable leggings and a “Life’s a little crazy, but so am I” sweatshirt riding on a bike with a cute little basket in front gliding through a path of unknown curiosity.
The reality we need is being imperfectly capable of swimming through the deepest oceans, fighting monsters along the way, getting bruised, and gaining scars, all the while protecting the being that keeps us going.
The reality we need is wearing skinny jeans, a tee, and Converse All-Star sneakers to a semi-formal gathering.
It’s crazy, Escape. For years, you’ve allowed me to feel what it’s like to fit in. You’ve allowed me to experience life in quantity, and after a while, I realized I crave something different.
I’m done looking for ways out of the fears that have been keeping me from achieving my fullest potential. I’m done trying to justify why I wasn’t able to do this or that.
Most of all, I’m done using you as an excuse to feel sorry for myself and to belittle everything that I worked hard to accomplish so far in life.
Escape, you will always be a part of me. I want you to always be a part of me. This time around, though, let’s escape somewhere completely different.
Let’s escape to reality – a world that seems too good to be true, but is actually only a fingertip away.
Escape, we can be happy. Let’s be happy in the world where the visions are paralleled, and the words are released from the clouds in our minds.
Our wonderland is calling out to us.
*Day 2 of 30 Letters In 30 Days – Your Worst Habit
