Why is it that at times we fail to find the joy in things we're supposed to love the most? The career, the people, the life we chose for ourselves? Everyone has that one escape, from all the inconvenience that is life. But is it necessary, now, to have an escape from that escape?
Why are we so inclined towards escaping? We made a choice, we should have the courage to stand up for it when things get tough, right? Then why do we find it easier to run away? To numb it, rather than feel it?
We keep saying, we need a break, we could use a breather, because yes, things get tough and the human stress response kicks in which is exhausting. But, what's a break from the break? Is there a break from the break?
Is it always going to be like this, running away from things we once wished we had?
