by: Levi
I began to wonder if each of us was in fact running away from something.

Human beings, I'd noticed, at least appeared to each be bent upon achieving a state of insanity, perhaps unconsciously, in one form or another. The over-achiever, the narcissist, the slacker, the addict, the devout sage, each one had immersed themselves so fully in a goal or style of living that in turn created a sense of self.