That small sentence in my last post has me wondering. Will I ever? Can we ever outrun the demons of our past or will we have to stop, turn around and fight them? And if I have to fight them, will I win- or will they? My demons are large, looming, and scary. Some of them decades old- some even older than me really- others just young things but spry and strong nonetheless. And it seems they have reverse aging of me. The older I get the stronger they are. The weaker I am the stronger they are.
I keep running, daring a peek over my shoulder to see the twisted disfigured faces chasing me. Sometimes quickly I even get a glimpse of me- chasing me. I run faster. I can’t let them catch me, they will overwhelm me I can’t fight them all. There are too many, and I too weak.
I don’t know how this race? Fight? War? Will end, but no war ends without casualties, without collateral damage. Who will suffer from this race/fight/war? Who will be the victor?