Run, Forest... run.

No matter how far or fast you run, the same problems you face every day will catch up to you.


I used to be a runner. Sometimes I think I still am. After a rough first year of college, I ran. I don't regret transfering schools. (In fact, I never really regret anything). I love my current college. Within the first week, I wondered why I would ever go anywhere else.

Although I found deep contentment away from my first college year, I realized I had a new emptiness. I missed certain things from freshmen year that I didn't realize I treasured. I missed relationships and the people I left behind.

I tend to detach myself from my feelings and I thought that these sentiments were fleeting. I thought I could forget. I tried to fill up my time, to keep myself busy, and to find another outlet. I made new relationships and found new happiness. Nevertheless, the emptiness could not be filled. And then I found myself running again.

Now I'm in Europe, a continent away from my feelings and discontentment... yet I still feel this way. I didn't run BECAUSE of these feelings, but I found myself with facing them even at this distance. I'm still struggling, trying to figure out what it all means within the grand design of my life. I pray that God will help me unfold the mystery.

Had I not been so jaded by the world, I might find the strength to search my heart, but for now... I guess I'll keep running.