Childhood

And for a second he let himself lose, let himself give up on this crazy world around him and fall back into a heady, warm rapture of innocence, fade away into beautiful oblivion. For a second.

"So that's what I'm looking for," he murmured to himself. There weren't any moments of profound, life-changing enlightenment but instead a reaffirming of sorts that only gently brought to light such truths he had tried not to suspect all along. Because sometimes the heart does not care about giving up, about strength and drive and future-orientation. Sometimes the heart does not need nor want a plan but only instead to be still for a bit. An escape, he needs an escape. He needs to exploit his own weaknesses. He needs to lose this game. He needs to give up, if only to remember why we struggle so hard to triumph. He needs an escape.