I've been running from life for as long as I can remember. When do you get to that point when you finally stop running? When do you stop, and face the oncoming storm? I think when you finally realize that you can't live in a fantasy world forever, and you discover that perhaps you have been wrong all along; some semblance of change can take place. There comes a time when you must face all those things that simply make us human. There is no permanent safe place from it. It's life. We all can deal with it, or run away from it forever. But someday it will catch you. Will it be too late by then?