"What Are You Running From?"

I once came across a man, perhaps in his late 20s, tatty clothing, ratty beard, solemn looking. I asked him what he was doing in this part of town. "I've been running for 15 days straight" he said.
"running for 15 days straight? What are you running from?" I asked out of curiosity.
"myself" he replied.
At that instant I knew why he looked so unhappy.
"how far have you gotten?" I asked, trying to stifle a smile.
"nowhere" he said, the smile creeping in on his face. We both laughed for a few minutes as he realised what he had to do.

Accept who you are, you can't run away from yourself or pretend to be someone else, because you will always be just behind.