You run. As fast as you can. Frantic, desperate, and afraid. You have no direction, no idea where you’re headed, but you know you can’t stay here.
Heart pounding and gasping for air, you don’t stop. You can’t stop. You have to get away, you have to escape. You feel the ropes wrapping around you again, pulling you back.
You scream, you claw, you do all you can. But the ropes only get tighter, they only entangle themselves around you more. They drag you down, stumbling and falling to your knees. But you don’t stop. You can’t stop. You have to get away, you have to escape.
The ropes have tied you, knotted and trapped you. They’ve got you now, because you can’t escape. You can’t escape your mind.
This is the end, you say. There is no doubt, there is no question.
Yes, you could be right. There is nowhere left to go, nowhere left to run.
Yes, this is the end. The end of your running.
But not the end of you.
After all, your mind is yours. Of course there is no escaping it, without it you would not be. But, it is yours. And what is yours, you do control.
Stop with the running, it won’t get you anywhere. Your mind is yours, it is yours. You control it, you define it, you are more than it.
You can’t escape your mind, but you can always change it.