#baremind

Isn’t it ironic how we keep saying “focus on the present” yet we dwell on the future or past if we’re hurting in the “present”? Why are we so afraid of pain that we go miles and beyond to escape it? Why are we so afraid of breaking and not of moulding into someone we’re not? Why are we so afraid of losing ourselves when we’ve not yet found ourselves? Why do we keep hoping for a better future and not a better version of ourselves? Why do we keep wishing for a happy life without having found inner peace first? Why? Why do we keep running when we don’t know where we’re going yet?