When evolution selects its agents, it does so at a cost. It makes demands in exchange for singularity. And you may be asked to do something against your very nature. And suddenly the change in your life that should have been wonderful, becomes a betrayal. It may seem cruel, but the goal is nothing short of self-preservation, survival. It is an imperfect and often violent process. Morality looses its meaning. The question of good and evil reduced to one simple choice. Survive, or perish. To survive in this world, we hold close to us those people on whom we depend. We trust in them our hopes, our fears. But what happened when trust is lost? Where do we run when things we believe in vanish before our eyes? When all seems lost, the future unknowable, our very existence in peril . . . and all we can do, is run.
The earth is large. Large enough you think you can hide from anything. From fate, from destiny. If only you found a place far enough away. So you run. To the edge of the earth, where all is safe again. Quiet and warm. The solace of salt air. The peace of danger left behind. The luxury of grief. And maybe for a moment, you believed you have escaped. You can run far, you can take your small precautions, but have you really gotten away? Can you escape? Is the truth that you do not have the strength nor cunning to run from destiny; that the world is not small, you are. And fate, can find you anywhere.
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