But today, I ran. Because you said something about me. And I was hurt. So I cried. I don't know, this is not the first time someone said something like that to me, and all the other times, I was just fine, you know, I even tend to joke about it myself too. I don't know what happened today, but everything seemed to come crashing down when you said that.
I know it's not your fault. I know it wasn't intentional. I know it's unfair to hate you and say bad things about you. After all, what you said is a fact.
But I was hurt.
And so I told mommy and daddy I was going to take a walk. I won't be back soon, I need to go out. And mommy and daddy respect that. I know this place well. I know I won't get lost. Mommy and daddy know that too. So they let me go. I mean, they heard what you said, and they saw my reaction. But you see, I don't cry in front of you, or mommy, or daddy. If I have something I wanna let out, I'll cry at night, when no one is there to ask me what happened, and no one is there to "comfort" me. You know, sometimes, we just need to be by ourselves. And let everything out. Alone.
So I walked. It's dark. But it's quiet. And I like it that way. I didn't bring anything along with me. It's just me, myself and I, in this peaceful place. I like it. I really do.
Then I thought about what you said, and the many other times that other people said the same thing. And I was sad, angry, frustrated, all at once. And so I walked, faster and faster, until I started jogging, then running, and I didn't want to stop. I wanted to keep going, even though I know I won't last long.
But no, somehow, I kept going. I felt the wind in my hair, and saw the dark silhouettes of the trees fly past me. And I felt on top of the world. I don't want this to end. No, not yet. Then I came to the pond. The pond where we occasionally threw bread in to feed the fishes.
And I stopped.
I was panting, and my feet hurt. But I felt good. Maybe if this was my 2.4 run, I would have passed, without so much pain. But that doesn't matter now. So I sat down on the steps of the pond. It's so quiet. And so peaceful. Like the whole world was mine.
And I realised, all the sadness, the anger, the frustration, they were gone, gone with the wind. I sat there, listening to the wind, being in the wind, feeling the wind. It took all the negatives in me, and blew it to a faraway land where mean and unhappy things are left alone, so that they will not come back to Earth to hurt someone else again.
You know, maybe God sent little angels in the wind, to come to us, and take all the unhappiness away from us. Cuz God cares for us, and He knows that every one of us is Beautiful and Special, and so He won't let others of our kind to hurt us, and make us feel like a loser.
You know what, one day, I'll run with the wind again. And when my time's done here, I'll be gone with the wind.
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