My mind sometimes seems like the woods.

There are times I can see something in front of me, and I’m sure I know I can make it out. That’s not to say that this is the only thing in the damn woods. Even when I do my best to only focus on the item in front of me, I fail and still get distracted by the lack of light beaming through the trees. I can see the dim piece of light, and it gives me hope, but it sometimes doesn’t seem to be enough. I want to run towards what I see, but I know that if I make too much of a commotion, it’ll run away from me. So I do what I do best, I slowly walk towards it.

It always seems that every time I slowly make my move, the farther this object gets. I can try and make my move as slickly as I can, but there’s no use. I can’t fight what’s always going to be happening. Maybe this is the rat race I feel like I’ve been running my entire life. My curiosity leads me to something I’m so interested in figuring out, but everything else around me seems to stop me. When I think I’ve figured it out, that same object appears to go further and further until I lose sight, and I’m back in step one.

One step forward, two steps back. Maybe I like it this way. Maybe I’m afraid that if I get to close, all of my interest will go away. Or maybe I’m so scared that the harder I try and get closer, the further the object goes.