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The Art of Running By Lidia Hadera
Why can’t I move past this? It feels like on one hand that I am filled with so much anger that I don’t know what to do with it Yet on the other hand, I feel like crying my eyes out and crawling into a corner Someone told me that maybe having a day off is what I needed saying that it appears that I have been running. Little do they know is that I have been running my whole life. Running from people. From my emotions. And my experiences. Keeping my mind afloat with goals dreams and desires. Yet for some odd reason, I can’t avert back to any of that. This pandemic has forced me to slow down. To reflect. And to understand. Lately, I have been so mad at everyone and everything. Especially myself. Because I have hardly accomplished anything from my checklist. Maybe because no matter what I do, it won’t matter. Because I know deep down I will end up in the same place as Breonna Taylor. Miriam Carey. Shelly Frey. And if that doesn’t happen, my life will be filled with obstacles and struggles. For being black. And for being a woman. But I am trying to come to terms with this. Because “If there is meaning in life at all, then there must be meaning in suffering” This has become my mantra through this all. So I ask What’s your mantra?
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