“maybe redemption has stories to tell
maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
where can you run to escape from yourself?
where are you gonna go? salvation is here.“
– from “dare you to move” by switchfoot
maybe it’s the concert, maybe it’s the black eyeliner i’ve been putting on every time i leave the house, but i’ve been emo-ing for the last couple of days, singing the bridge above under my breath.
where do i run to escape from myself? i run beneath the covers of others’ miseries and pain, pretending that i’m being noble, believing that it’s my responsibility to save them from drowning. as if a listening ear is a reliable band-aid. as if compassion is enough to draw them out of the water. as if i am a martyr for being empathetic. as if i can dole out redemption, forgiveness, salvation. as if i am the answer to the world’s problems, even if i choose to ignore my own.
i give myself too much credit and give God not enough.