Forrest Gump was one of my childhood biggies: not only he had a wonder woman mum who would do everything she could for him but he also possessed sheer humanity and willpower. He never stopped trying to achieve the things he wanted. He wasn’t scared of loving people and giving himself out to them. He never abandoned his dreams. He was committed, constant and hard-working.
But the thing that really got me was that no possible offence was too big on Forrest Gump and as a gun-shy, bookish, not-much-interest-in the-outer world/silent type of child who often took beatings and insults from her peers I found that commendable.
At a certain point in the movie and after a loss Forrest Gump starts running to defeat hardship. When Jenny ups sticks and leaves him high and dry he just goes out and… runs. When confronted with the question “Why are you running?” (…) he just says “Oh well, I just felt like running.”
The reason why I am saying all of this is because sometimes I just feel like running too. As of lately I’ve found dealing with my emotions rather hard. Never big at sharing or at explaining why I do things I have struggled with coming to terms with loss and grieving. Running has helped me deal with that. Whenever I’ve felt way too off I’ve just put my trainers off and gone on the street. It ain’t no Philosopher’s stone but it certainly helps. I always come stronger at the end.
And that’s why I run, to face hardship, to scape from the world, to have time to myself, to gather courage… to stay strong and carry on.
Hope you all had a successful week and enjoy the weekend we are now starting! It is Bank Holiday here so I get three whole days to myself! Beyond excited. Happy weekend everyone!