Escape

Do you ever wish that you could escape from your life, the stresses, the challenges, the monotony of it? I do, all the time. Sometimes I wish I could bury myself under my covers and pretend the world does not exist. Other times, I wish I could just get away for a few days, somewhere close, but not too close. If I'm really feeling stressed, sometimes I dream of flying to the other side of the world and never coming back. Sometimes, I'll even pretend I could wiggle my nose and things magically happen and work out.

But I can't. I can't bury myself under the covers, I can't get away for a few days, I can't go to the other side of the world, and I definitely cannot wiggle my nose. (Ever tried it? It's actually difficult.) I have to get up each morning and face the day, whatever it may bring, knowing that I will do my best. And I have to remember that whatever happens is supposed to happen, even if I may not know the reason why. So, yes, I wish I could escape, but eventually, I would have to come back and face what I left.