I go fast through life in the hope that the pain won’t reach me. I go fast and I go faster. The minute I feel, I just go faster. Trying to outrun the pain, I am running from any type of emotion.
I run and I run, but I don’t realize that the emotion lives inside me. I don’t realize that the emotion doesn’t come from the outside. I don’t realize that there is no enemy outside of me, and I don’t realize that the emotion is not the enemy.
Yes, in my crazy furious attack on everything I encounter on my way, I fail to realize that there is no enemy. That this world is my world, and I made it such.
My anger, my rage, my fury, they all turned into arrows of fire, cannonballs and heavy artillery that comes at me from a distance.
From such a distance that I don’t recognize my own face throwing those missiles, raging the war against myself.
Spirit of Tara 