Escape Artist

It is one of those days when I just want to disappear and escape to my favorite mountain resort or beach, and pretend that I have all the time in the world to lie around, read, swim, listen to music, stare into empty space... [sigh]

I haven't done that in a while - staring into empty space. It's a luxury really but a necessity. I think once in a while we need to empty our minds of thoughts and just focus on "being"... on reconnecting with ourselves... on being aware of breathing... of being alive... I need to meditate.

I've just come to realize how much of an escapist I am. Every time I am facing great difficulties or highly stressful situations, my first instinct always is to run away and hide. Well, I think these are very important survival instincts. And, yes... sometimes it's tiring to fight all the time. Sometimes, we just need to retreat for a while and lick our wounds, or plot our next moves... or in my case, just be a complete sloth and try to forget that anything else exists beyond my little protective circle.