With the last bell, we ran to reach our homes to throw the burden of our books over the bed and watch TV. At that age, the burden was not the books, but the things that we were made to write on it. The burden was the force that surrounded us all around to confine us within the words written on it.
Not all ran from studies. Few ran with relief when the sports or music or dance class ended. For them, the field, the chords and the beats never fitted the universe within their heads. All ran, but just to return the next day. A few days or weeks of holidays liberated the wings to either get hitched to the pages of the books or the hands to draw shapes. But once it ended, we returned again to run.
When the run to school ended. We missed not the world we ran from, but the world we ran to- the magnetic memories and purpose that made us run towards them.
Life changed, but running didn't.
With the college days, we ran out before the teacher entered the class, away from assignments and lectures to the places where the dreams in our brain took forms. Few dreams where salvaged, few killed and few contaminated. But we ran. Then one day, we turned our backs to our worlds with a heavy heart and a brain pressured into maturity and again started running.
And now we run into a building. To run away again every evening. Each evening would see feathers fluttering open and each morning would see it cleanly shaved off. Two days of weekends, come and go with the fluttering wings, just fluttering, and getting shaved off the next Monday morning. This repeats as we run, run and run.
With just one difference, we don't run towards what we like but away from what we don't. And this one difference, gets us to a place where we are- stagnancy- the place were changes change themselves to stop changing.
Running is a time bomb that started once we were born and is still ticking. And it will tick till that point where we leave behind all that we hold dear. And we keep running, knowing all along that we could turn back at some point of time, but we might not or would not and can not.