It's Not Easy

And i suppose the good things in life never will be.

Two months ago, i packed up my running shoes. They were permanently on since the last heartbreak,and then came the time to remove them. Running's been the only way i know, a defense mechanism i turned to whenever things got hard.

But the time had to come of course. To put them away. And to try out happiness for a change.

Its been going pretty well. Different though. Incredibly different from what I've somewhat gotten used to. I know, everyone's different. So people would like to think, of themselves. I don't think so. I think there are patterns people fall into, when given the same settings, they react the same. It's human nature sometimes, to fall into the cliche, drowning in the comfort of the familiar.

He's different though.

I think i like it. Getting used to how different things are has kept me on my toes, kept me closer to the ground, and to reality. I think i was too self-satisfied in the past, and when the rug was pulled out from under me, i fell flat, inertia having abandoned me a long, long time ago.

But getting used to this? Its not easy. And i think its a good thing.