Into the unknown

I run as fast as my legs can carry me. I don't know where I am or where I am heading, but the aching feeling deep in my chest tells me not to stop. That I can't stop. I inhale deeply to try and even out my breathing only to find myself incapable of letting it go. I can feel the pressure building up in my chest, but I keep going still. My legs are begging to lock with each step more difficult than the last, but I can't stop. "Why?", I hear a voice in my head whisper. "What is so bad about stopping? Don't you want to let go?". I start to slow down listening to the voice. It's right. Why have I been going for so long when I've always known that in the end, none of this will matter? "You will never have to hurt again. Just stop and sleep.". I find myself agreeing as I slow down until I'm barely moving. Why have I kept going for so long? What do I run for? A thought strikes me. What about all the things that I will miss out on? What about watching the sunrise or singing to my favorite song on the radio. Even things like catching snowflakes on my tongue or re-reading my favorite books? I start to rebuild some speed. What about those I will leave behind or those I have yet to meet? Seeing the growth of flowers that haven't been planted yet or experiencing art that hasn't been born. I quicken my pace until I'm running stronger than ever. "Just because the process hurts doesn't mean that the results won't be beautiful." -- Unknown

Author's Note

This is my first posted piece so, please give any advice or criticism that comes to mind. Thank You!

Reviews

[SRMarx]

Do you plan on adding more to this? I really liked it and I think it could make a geat introduction to a story or book.

[K.Easterbrook]

I really enjoyed this, the reasons why this person still fights and keeps going despite the pain is excellent and I find it easy to relate to. Nice work

[Jayzus]

Moving I enjoyed it thanks